Cryptic Consequences: A Trio Of Tingling Tales
Ghoulish Horror Host MISTER MACABRE introduces three Shorts by Lori R. Lopez to read before turning off the lights and allowing Night’s inhabitants to roam.
The Dark Down There
The Darkness beckons in this eerie fable of a night gone wrong. Someone is knocking, from inside the house. From the other side of the cellar door!
Illustration: Birds Of Night
A sample illustration from DARKVERSE: THE SHADOW HOURS by Lori R. Lopez.
Illustration: Halloween Haiku
A sample illustration from DARKVERSE: THE SHADOW HOURS by Lori R. Lopez.
Blood On The Moon
This dark, silly, and serious sequel to KEEP THE HEART OF A CHILD and THE QUEEN OF HATS is the third volume in Lori R. Lopez’s Poetic Reflections book series.
The Witchhunt
This tale begins with a modern setting, on the creepy Ninth Floor of a hotel, where an old woman just wishes to be left in peace. But that isn’t possible.
Lori R. Lopez Reading At 2018 Frankenstein Bicentennial
“In a flash of horror, a monster was born.” On a dark and spooky Halloween, Poet Lori R. Lopez reads her tribute poem “Horror She Wrote” at MARY SHELLEY’S FRANKENSTEIN: BICENTENNIAL CELEBRATION . . .
Poem: once upon a monster moon
Under the city’s canals, amidst a secret web of conduits Hide many a wonder in the disguise of darkness, Veiled by shadow and a discreet demeanor, a shyness
Leery Lane
Have you ever kept a secret from even yourself? On one rainless electric night, Frieda Noff will learn the truth about her past, her relationship with her sister, . . .
Keep The Heart Of A Child Author Reading | Poems About The Woods
“The dark deep woods surround, Yet I have never felt more found.” Author-Illustrator Lori R. Lopez reads a set of contrasting poems about the forest from her collection POETIC REFLECTIONS: KEEP THE HEART OF A CHILD.
Moonlight Stroll | An Improv Short Film
It's SO dark! Fairy Fly Entertainment presents MOONLIGHT STROLL, an improv short film.
Odds And Ends
What terrors lurk in the blackest regions of a cellar, amidst dusty cobwebbed shelves, in the glass jars and metal cans of a hopelessly abnormal mind?
Poem: Dark
A black hole is etched in my soul Space has no end, no beginning It bounces to the knife-edge of Nevermore And beyond, perhaps too far
Poem: birds of night
The birds of night flap broodful wings Against the pewter clouded mist Though sleep might claim most At this hour of witchcraft and ghoul Their leather-like flails evoke a restless
Poem: Eulogy
There was something in the basement . . . A girl cowered in her bed at night and listened To a mournfully somber wail that echoed Through the floor of her room, imprisoned.
Poem: screaming pumpkins
What if you woke And found yourself cursed — The clock ticking backward Your reflection unreversed? If the canary were tweeting Dead-battery-chirp babble And you drew only blank tiles