Welcome to the Atrocissimus

As any of you who have followed my work here already know, I don't so much consider myself a writer as a chronicler of the Atrocissimus, a collector of the dark stories from that evil realm. However, that doesn't mean that I, your humble servant dedicated to shining the light on this twisted world, don't occasionally like to write an original story that has nothing at all to do with the Atrocissimus. Even one burdened with so much dread knowledge as I sometimes likes to be creative, after all. So here I now offer you up an original horror story. I have several such short stories which I will eventually gather together and publish, but for now, please do enjoy your visit with the Sanguanini Sisters...if you survive, that is. The Sanguanini Sisters Dear Billy,                                                                                                     9/20/43 Sorry I haven’t been able to write to you much lately. The Germans and Italians have been putting up one he

Sometimes, you just need to take an old idea -- like that of the fable -- and twist it around into something new...and, given the way my mind works, invariably wicked. So, please enjoy the first installment of Twisted Fables from my dark mind! The Boy and the Bee Once upon a time, there was a boy hard at work in the blacksmith shop to which he was apprenticed. It was a hot summer day dripping with humidity and between the warmth of the day and the hellish heat pouring out of the furnace, the poor boy was drowning in his own sweat. His muscles ached from swinging the heavy hammer for hour after hour, and he was bone tired. The apprenticeship would last another five years, and he often felt trapped by it. During their noonday break, the blacksmith told the boy to remain in the shop while he relaxed inside. As the boy leaned against the anvil drinking great draughts of water, he noticed a bee bouncing against the window, trying to get back outside. The boy's kind heart felt for the be