Grim's Crypt

Where the dark ones roam.

Ice Queen: Part 3

Melanie blows out a puff of frustration as she texts her boss that she’ll be a few minutes late to the meeting. After reassuring her that she is well prepared for the expense report she put together for Mr. Cormack,... Continue Reading →


Open Hand

I guess it's not enough for you to have your cake and eat it too. Shredding all sense of responsibility as you take advantage of... Take advantage of the kindness you're given with no shred of gratitude to give. Cutting... Continue Reading →

A Bad Heart: Part 7

It's been two weeks now since Roger’s murder, and since finding out that the man’s heart I have belongs to a murderous corrupt cop from Chicago. Roger’s murder was sloppy, and I thought that the cops would be on me... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 6

“Wake up, sleepy head,” a voice taunted.   I couldn’t quite place whose voice it was, but it pulled me out of my unconsciousness. Immediately, I regretted opening my eyes as Declan stared down at me. The dull ache throughout... Continue Reading →

Ice Queen: Part 2

After putting on her pajamas, Melanie went to the kitchen to grab her wine from the fridge, and poured herself a glass. She sat at one of the stools at the isle that separated her living room from the kitchen.... Continue Reading →

Betrayal from Within

I lied to myself for so many years thinking I had conquered depression, and the negative thoughts that seem to plague my mind every now and again. The sense of being wrong was not strong enough to portray the feelings... Continue Reading →

The Change: Part 5

I’m not certain as to how long I was out, but when I woke the surroundings were unfamiliar. Once my vision cleared, I was able to make out the room that I was in. The bed I laid in was... Continue Reading →

Ice Queen, Part 1

He stood there drenched in sweat. The rise and fall of his muscular chest was so fast that it reminded her of her own beating heart. She just demonstrated just a small extent of her capabilities in the bedroom, and... Continue Reading →

A Bad Heart: Part 6

Once dressed I took out the trash hoping the garbage pick up would be today, and hoped that I could act like I have not killed multiple people in front of my parents. But I still had plenty of time... Continue Reading →

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