Quotes by : Scott Kaelen

He stared at the corner of the yellowed ceiling, at the spider web and its solitary occupant. “Why....

A grey-suited figure with badly-scuffed shoes was squatted over a woman’s body, obscuring her face....

A crush of bodies surrounded the featureless monument. The enraged dead clambered atop their ghastly....

Moses threw the spent cigarette butt to the ground. It bounced once then lay still. A lazy wisp of smoke....

The first stanza of Eyes In Moonlight Drown, a poem from DeadVerse.With your face framed in a halo of....

With the fading of the final notes the saxophone player turns to me. Its baleful, otherworldly gaze bores....