Ripping Diaries, by Nikolai Zammit

Ripping Diaries, by Nikolai Zammit

2nd February, 1888. I didn’t mean to do it. I warned her that she would be terrified if I took it off and yet she insisted. No. No. It wasn’t my fault, I warned her. My hands tremble, but for what? No, no, no! There 

Dracula’s Castle, by Aimee Sciberras

Dracula’s Castle, by Aimee Sciberras

Spine-chilling air hits my face, my nose numbing from the cold. I am running. Heart beating, almost as if it is pleading to be let out of my chest. My feet thump against the ground, making the briefest of contact with the road underneath. I 

The Full Moon, By Lisa Zammit

The Full Moon, By Lisa Zammit

Air as cold as icicles tears through my skin like the piercing screams of roaming forgotten souls;The moon drips with the blood of past murderers – so potent I can almost taste the iron,And darkness engulfs the earth, shuttering out all lightAs if a black 

The Full Moon, by Naomi Schranz

The Full Moon, by Naomi Schranz

A blood moon they said, they predicted. A supermoon to boot;  a wonderous display of the ethereal  shining its celestial crimson light on the Earth below. But that’s the thing about humans: prediction is never concrete, especially with concern to the transcendental. Selene just wanted to 

The Mystery of the Blood Red Moon, by Kirk Grech

The Mystery of the Blood Red Moon, by Kirk Grech

It is said that a town, which sleeps by daylight and works by moonlight, lies on the border of the Transylvanian region. As if it’s cut into its own pocket of time, cut off from the rest of society, this town is utterly self-sufficient. No 

Judgement, by Kluivert Galea

Judgement, by Kluivert Galea

We’d called Pastor Nick a madman, believed that a man of God would not rejoice in its croaking. When he stood at the altar, his hands reaching towards the heavens, he’d yell; “The stars will be taken! You  shall all repent for slandering the love 

The Candyman, by Desiree Oliveri

The Candyman, by Desiree Oliveri

They had warned the masses of the manWho had a sick and twisted plan,Who was oh so very keenTo put the terror in Halloween. The candy man was coming near,The houses filled with fretful fear,I told Oliver to stay away,“The Candyman was out to play. 

The Full Moon, by Kyra Attard

The Full Moon, by Kyra Attard

Blood runningIn this bright black darknessEyes searchingFor something not heartless. O, blood red moonWhom have you swoon? Muttered. Mumbled. Muffled. A bloody streamMakes me scream.Slowly, swallowing, stepping.Hypnotized by the crimson Instinctively I reachMyself.The voiceless aches,Wearingly warns… O, blood red moonWhom have you swoon? Trying to