Coolerbs Writes

Let’s compare two scenes. I will not use any additional language trickery to make one better than the other. I don’t want to taint the results. The goal’s simply to show which is more frightening, so you can better construct a horror scene. (more…)

Poem: The Old Sword

Hung there after fights, Against horrible beasts, (more…)

Never Stop Learning As A Writer

I’ve been a professional writer for a while now. It’s been long enough that I would need to do serious mental calculations to work out the exact time. But, even and especially as you get deeper into this, there’s no reason to ever stop learning new writing techniques. (more…)

Poem: Against The Endless Things

If we could see the full brunt of the universe, If we could comprehend the endlessness of it, Would you be willing to fight against it?Continue reading

Poem: Asking for The Bones In Your Flesh

How much do you value your bones? He asked it, And now I think hard, If I want to have my bones,Continue reading

Microfiction: The Vending Machine That Has A Lot of Cans In It

George picked up a can when he felt the soft static in the air. The key was under one of these; he was certain he’d find it. It had only been an hour since the last time he’d needed it—surely even he wouldn’t misplace it so easily. But each can would invariably come up short. It wasn’t underneath the soda can. It wasn’t beneath the can of bug spray. It wasn’t here; it wasn’t there. In…

A Trick for First Person Horror

In my continuing studies of the horror genre, I noticed a method of creating scares for a first-person perspective. And that’s cool because I considered it a harder way of doing horror in certain cases. And, outside of what I’m about to say, that’s for one reason: you can’t kill your narrator. If you do, the story ends. So, if you’re staying inside the head of a single character, you can only…

“The Sin” In Horror

This is not a universal rule, and I’ve seen exceptions to it—but I’ve been noticing a pattern in a lot of horror media. And it has to do with rules and taboos. Now, there’s the whole thing in classic slashers where a character does something (usually sexual) and then is murdered for it—but I mean something else. I mean something not full of outdated stereotypes and implications.Continue reading

So, here’s the sucky thing, I should not have wheat or dairy. Body doesn’t like it. It’s been a thing my whole life— (more…)

Poem: The Beaming Sunlight and Awful Humidity

Have you been outside lately in Florida? The air wants to kill you. It’s been so humid that it’s hard to recognize when you’re sweating, (more…)

How To Scare Someone In Four Steps

I’ve written a zonking amount of horror short stories on this site. And, though I’m by no means an extreme expert on the subject, I have worked out four steps I find most horror stories fall into and obey. You could call it the “Horror Story Structure.” It’s a rough, overarching template that allows a framework when constructing scares. Now, this is better applied to short stories. The nature of…

Microfiction: The Curious Interview

During the job interview, it became apparent that the applicant sitting across from Stephen was melting. Something black and syrupy was leaking from the corner of his eye and was dribbling down his chin. It took a moment of composure, but Stephen had been interviewing people for the past ten hours and momentum got him to the next inquiry. “So, do you have anything you’d like to ask me?” (more…)

Microfiction: Piles of Papers

The soft smell of dust was the only thing he could perceive for a solid minute. Then, with a great rustle, he rose. His feet were sore from disuse, as was his back. “What is… I was working on something, yeah?” (more…)

Microfiction: A Lot Of Screens

They hadn’t seen him in a few weeks. Someone mentioned him at a dinner party, and it led to them visiting his house the next day. His butler let them in when they asked what had happened. (more…)

Poem: Sure of Its Purpose

The sound is a whisper, On the air, Along with the creeping essence, Of the coldness of hands, That grace the hallways, (more…)

Microfiction: The Listening Orb

It did nothing but listen. Sitting there, glowing with a faint level of power, it listened to mankind. Throughout all recorded time, it stood as a stalwart ear for the world’s secrets. It pondered and gleamed what humankind did not know even about itself. (more…)

Poem: This Is Magic, Surely

When we press a button, And something more, Then what you would expect from a button, Happens, Then that’s magic, (more…)