Stories of the Macabre by Russell L Burt
Come, let me whisper, words that no man should speak aloud
Their rightful place a page, to be torn from its source
Shredded from existence, At least hidden from light
That only a darker man may read, For flighty society
defines no place, Save that of closets with locks
Clubs without signs, And, of course, their minds
2 Comments:
i love your podcasts, keep them coming.
Just very good stuff.
Higher quality short fiction than most famous authors - about a .5OO batting average.
I'd really like to hear more of the framework for the story, "The Midnight Circus".
It was very, very good - and I'm not a fan or gory fiction.
More about that circus and the threat to the world which the tumor balls pose would be much appreciated.
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