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Outland, outlaw, outgunned by sun,
My sins and dust merge into one.
I count off days in shallow breaths,
Alone, unknown, disowned by death.

Removed, remorse, regret sustains,
Condemned by conscience that remains.
She rides with me, a ghost named Beth,
Alone, unknown, disowned by death.

I’m haunted, haunting, home is hell,
A murderer exiled to dwell
These barren plains prolonging breath,
Alone, unknown, disowned by death.

Outland, outlaw, outgunned by sun,
Alone, unknown, disowned by death.

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“Exiled” Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr. All rights reserved.

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“Boogeyman” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko. All rights reserved.

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Last summer thoughts still chill my bones,
Some things are best just left alone.
Like when we buried John Simone,
A boy we preyed upon with stones.

We didn’t mean to make him fall,
Just scare him for a bit- that’s all.
Unlucky shot with rock quite small,
Struck Johnny’s head- that tree was tall.

We took our prank beyond what’s fun,
As John twitched once beneath cruel sun.
His lifeless eyes, aimed like a gun,
Condemned us all for what we’d done.

Quite desperate to save our skins,
We buried John, but not our sins,
And vowed to never speak again,
Of that dark day kept locked within.

For months we lived enslaved by fear,
And wondered if our crime would clear.
But no one found the grave that year-
Yet something from the dark drew near.

Was late one night I heard the knock
Upon my door at three o’clock.
An eerie voice began to mock,
“Come out, come out, I’ve brought your rock!”

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“The Stoning of John Simone” Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr. All rights reserved.

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“The Other Me” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko. All rights reserved.

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We’ve made a reservation,
A vacation just for you.
The rooms are kept quite private,
To enhance your special moods.

The meds are recreational,
Provided free of charge.
We recommend you try them all,
To find your ‘shooting star’.

Dinner’s served at seven,
On the other side of time.
Don’t fret about an evening suit,
Your one-sleeve jacket’s fine.

The show tonight’s an improv,
Something from your younger days.
The stage has been sedated,
For the drama, we call, Rage.

Sit right back, enjoy the show,
We promote participation.
What was that? You’re not alone?
They’re just hallucinations.

Just listen to the pleasant voice,
Which hides inside your hide.
At times the show’s quite brutal,
And the actors seem quite dead.

The doctor will come shortly,
For your dose of ‘sweet forget’.
He’ll even help you tie your shoes,
And clean up all the mess.

We ask that you return all props,
You’ve borrowed from the kitchen.
The chef will need his butcher’s knife,
For tomorrow night’s creation.

We’re pleased we could accommodate,
And fan insanity’s spark.
The theater of your mind,
Demands an encore in the dark.

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“Madhouse Theater” Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr. All rights reserved.

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“The Angry Ones” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko. All rights reserved.

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Tammy Sirl, that preacher’s girl, was up to no damn good.
Howard’s son, the reckless one, took her to Creed Woods.
Everybody knows you don’t go messin’ ‘round those parts.

Hadn’t been that long since Sally Strong was torn apart.
Aroused by preacher’s child, that foolish boy done lost his head.
Nothin’ could dissuade him gettin’ laid ‘cause Tammy said:
Got the balls to jump the wall and spend the night at Creeds?
If you do (that devil wooed) you’ll have your way with me.
Nine o’clock, the sun was shot, they took the old Creed drive.
Got real close to Sally’s ghost, then parked along the side.

Only then did fear kick in, as both recalled the tale.
Fourteen parts—And Sally’s heart—were scattered on the trail.

Justise Creed, the last lone Creed, had died to ways of Man.
Uncivilized, his savage side, took root and roamed the land.
Sally Strong had wandered long while hiking close to dusk.
Terrified, she moaned and cried, ‘till Justise fetched her up.
Incited by trespass, he slashed that girl from toe to head;
Sliced alive, right down to size, then rumors said he fed.
Everybody searched for Sally Strong a long, long time.

Creed was found, inflamed the town; they hung him from a vine.
Remembering such horrid things brought Howard’s son to pause.
Even Tammy Sirl, that whorish girl, gave up her cause.
Evenin’ swallowed up the path but not the wrath of Creed.
Danglin’ overhead with dread, they found him in his tree.

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“The Hanging of Justise Creed” Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr. All rights reserved.

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(Note: This is a story poem written in rhyming quatrains with the stanzas deliberately broken up to accommodate the secondary acrostic form.)

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Just checking in with the latest news.

I’ve been busy working on the premiere chapter to the fifth book in this epic series. I now have a title for the book: Don’t Feed The Dark, Book Five: Remains. When I looked up the definition for this word on my phone and read: Remains – the parts left over after other parts have been removed, used, or destroyed I knew immediately that this was going to be a strong primary theme for the next arc of this series.

The first chapter will tentatively be titled: Obituaries. Considering where we left off at the end of Book Four, that doesn’t sound very hopeful… lol. This has been a challenging premiere chapter to write in that this is the first time I’ve written a premiere that will also feel like a finale… and that’s all I can say about it.

Here’s a tidbit about Book Five that I can mention. For all you Northeast Ohio readers out there getting a kick out of the various local settings that I’ve been writing in, Geauga Lake will be one of the locations featured in Book Five. That chapter’s going to be a blast to get into. For those unfamiliar, Geauga Lake was a popular amusement park that was closed down back in 2007, but its remains are still there today… looking very much like the perfect post-apocalyptic setting.

As far as what lies ahead, I am now seeing the eventual finish line of this long, long tale and can tell you that Don’t Feed The Dark will conclude with Book Eight. So I guess you can say we’re a little past the half-way mark. I am already neck-deep into three separate plot lines that will span the next two book in this series, setting up, in part, the last two books. It’s going to be a wild ride to the end. Here are the title teasers for the next three books:

Don’t Feed The Dark, Book Five: Remains
Don’t Feed The Dark, Book Six: Mother
Don’t Feed The Dark, Book Seven: The Prophet

I, of course, will not spoil anything, but there’s a lot going on and I’ve been waiting a very long time to tell various stories found in the next three novels. It’s exciting!

On to other news: The editing of Book Four: Phantoms has been postponed while I’m writing new material, but I’ll try to get it in print as soon as possible. Also, later this month, I’ll have the second part of the two-part interview with Russell Bower for the next After The Dark episode.

As mentioned last month, I’ve started a separate tab at the top of the page for other various dark stories, poems, etc., that I’ve been posting over the month of June. Just click on the “Other Short Works” tab to read any of it. I’ve included all three DFTD spin-off stories there as well.

That’s it for now. I’ll post more updates as we get closer to the premiere.

-Scott

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“The Flying Dutchman” Copyright © 2010 John Ecko. All rights reserved.

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At dusk the tides deliver up the dead.
Appointed by the isle, I burn with blame.
One hundred forty holes I’ve dug and fed.
One hundred forty holes that curse my name.

The surf pulls sand away beneath my feet.
No mercy spared by sea for Man or grain.
She gloats before the shores of my defeat,
And taunts with crushing waves at my remains.

My mouth retains the taste of salt and death.
The sun has long since scorched my skin and sin.
Alone, but not alive, I mock each breath,
Retrieve my bloated corpse… and dig again.

Tomorrow, clock resets with number one.
My island hell won’t rest for what I’ve done.

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“Survivor Damned” Copyright © 2010 Scott Scherr. All rights reserved.

If you’re new to my blog and want to read something a bit longer, feel free to check out my ongoing serial novel, Don’t Feed The Dark, and tell me what you think: DFTD Chapter 1-1: Demon Night

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