As Seen In

As Seen In

By

Mark Richard Masters

Copyright 2013 Mark Richard Masters

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This is a work of fiction and is not meant to portray any living, dead, or undead person. If any such similarities do exist they are truly accidental. This is also a copyrighted work. While this is a copyrighted work I allow you to show it to others, especially if you suggest that they go to Smashwords to get their own copy to keep. If you use these stories or poem credit me as their author.

All of the poems and one of the short stories that you will see in this ebook are works that have appeared in other digital media such as ezines, webzines, and a website. However I retained the rights and all of my works are no longer easy to find. So for word of mouth and cheap advertisement I chose to put all of them together in this free ebook.

I hope that you enjoy it and encourage others to get a copy for themselves. However I feel I must point out that all of these are my original works and as such they are copy righted to me. If you wish to use them then please make sure to credit me with their creation.

The next three poems appeared in the November 2006 issue of PurpleVerse. PurpleVerse was an Ezine that published dark and twisted poetry as well as stories.

Cold Dinner

I slipped as I walked in the snow and ice,

And I cursed the weather for not being nice.

But my friend I could not find,

So I left my house behind.

I was afraid he went outside and fell,

And if he did I would give him hell.

After all being outside was just nuts,

For the cold seeped to the guts.

About a block from his place,

A sudden squall slowed my pace.

When the squall cleared I saw him lying there,

Looking like he was mauled by a bear.

Then near him a snow bank drifted,

As the puke in my throat lifted.

But as I finally let my puke flow,

I saw two eyes in the snow bank glow.

The snow bank grew,

And before I knew,

I was face to face with a beast,

That on my friend, it did feast.

Then with a loud howl of glee,

The blood splattered monster lunged at me.

Frame

He stood over her with his knife,

Ready to take her sleeping life.

He was smug that he wouldn't be caught,

If at that time her life he sought.

But that wasn't why he was there,

So he stroked her soft hair.

Getting a bloody knife from his bag,

He waited for her fingers to sag.