The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 10

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 10: We Aren’t That Different, Are We?  My chest trembles. Aemon’s incomprehensible words send my body into a seizure. A single wave of red light illuminates the darkness with a bloody tint. Shadow mannequins, grotesque monsters, behemoths and giants surround me: some are … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 10

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 9

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 9: Election Day for the sane. SLAM! “Hel—” WHAM! “Wraaaaaaaurrrgh!” “Oh god! Fuuu—” SLAM! My skull’s crumbling! “Graaaahr!” the demon roars. It thrashes about, slamming my head like a caveman cracking a rock. SLAM! It yanks my heads back up. THUD! It yanks … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 9

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 8

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 8: Darkness. “Aiven?” I ask. Why can’t I walk? “Aiven!” Thump! Thump! Thump! A huge silhouette stands under a flickering light. “Raagh!” It bellows. Its eyes burn through the darkness. “Aiven!” What do I do—What do I do! “Aiven!” “Relax,” Aiven says, emotionless. … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 8

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 7

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 7: Last call. “Yeah… God,” Arsen responds. “Now, nigga, you know I’m not an atheist, but freedom isn’t always as simple as a state of mind. I’m not saying people should use god as an excuse or some shit, but if you want … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 7

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 6

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 6: What more can I say? We laugh hysterically. Arsen can deal with popularity. I’m not the biggest fan of it. “Anyway, whuzzup, kid? Pound it!” He shouts extending his hand. We bump fists. I lose intelligence. “Not much,” I respond, leaving my … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 6

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 5

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 5: The kids were never actually alright. Look at their parents. The silhouette of a man stands next Edgar and Gaige. I can’t see him clearly, and I don’t want to. Something inside me knows it’s him. He’s smiling. Light radiates from the … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 5

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 4

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 4: Two words, Snake: Shadow Moses. A black snout and deep blue eyes… “Emery!” Dad shouts. He sprints between his front bumper and the parked car ahead. The massive lab leaps over the cemetery fence. If I knew what was happening, I’d give … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 4

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 3

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 3: Death is a small price to pay for respect. “Look, son, you can stay with Elisabeth in Edgewater if this seems rushed and unnatural,” Dad says, his eyes scanning each mirror. He shifts to the right lane. “We just thought we’d stay … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 3

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 2

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 2: Logically speaking, this doesn’t make sense. The sun’s out. What the hell happened? I scratch my head and rub my face. How long did I sleep? Did I even sleep? What was— “Emery!” Mom yells from downstairs. Her authority drags me back … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 2

The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 1

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Chapter 1: The whole me. The first anniversary of Aiven’s death was a month ago. Since then, I’ve been seeing the shadows again. Tonight isn’t any different. A chuckle vibrates the foot of my bed. I pull my covers over my head, but their … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Chapter 1

The Cloak of Nothing: Prologue

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen When I was four Mom and Dad decided my brother, Aiven, and I were too big for one bed. The day our new bunk bed arrived, I felt a mixture of excitement and anxiety. I wanted to be a big boy but I was … Continue reading The Cloak of Nothing: Prologue

The Worth of Words: Chapter 9

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen After what felt like an eternity of Dad making phone calls and sending emails, he's able to assemble a small team of special government contractors through an old contact. "We're all set," he says, hanging up his cell and typing away on his laptop. … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 9

Under the Bed: Chapter 9

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen "About this piece of wood, Szófia, how big does it have to be?" I ask. We pace around the outskirts of the woods, carrying a duffel bag with a saw, a machete, gloves, rope and other utilities we definitely over packed. "Sofi?" Szófia examines … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 9

The Worth of Words: Chapter 8

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen "Simona," a voice says. I turn around. Mom appears behind me. We embrace and Mom kisses my forehead. "I knew you and your father would find a way," Mom exclaims. She grabs my hand. "I know there are a lot of other questions you … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 8

Under the Bed: Chapter 8

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen As the credits roll, I look over at Szófia, who is practically in tears. "Spoiler alert," I whisper, "There's a part two... Well, like a ton of parts, the guy who created the series is nuts." "What about that person at the end? Are … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 8

The Worth of Words: Chapter 7

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen "Some thirty years ago, when your mother and I met...," Dad says, sitting stoic. He pauses and stares at me, then continues. "I was on a strange case. I won't get into the details, but basically, there was some kind of toxin affecting people … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 7

Under the Bed: Chapter 7

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Szófia looks at me concerned. She hikes her skirt down. "I am not comfortable with this half dress going up so high in real life. It feels so indecent," she says, as we examine ourselves in front of my mirror. Her natural beauty is … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 7

Under the Bed: Chapter 6

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Over the past few weeks, Szófia and I patrolled the dense, eerie woods to the north of my town. There are usually plenty of spirits wandering since its a popular place for suicides and corpse-dumping. A warm breeze whirls past us while we meander … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 6

The Worth of Words: Chapter 6

Thanks for reading The Worth of Words and enjoying my content. If you don't already know, shares and likes are free, and incredibly valuable. Share the content and spread the wealth. It costs nothing, but a click. My father takes a seat at the wooden table. "I suppose you were never going to tell me … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 6

The Worth of Words: Chapter 5

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Bags in hand, I leave the airport and hop into Detective Cannen's car. He glances at me with a solemn expression. I frown, avoiding his eyes. He probably thinks I'm the stupidest person in the world. I was here less than a week ago … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 5

Under the Bed: Chapter 5

Story by Mark Figueroa (anthony_abyss) | Featured art by: Salem Jaeger @theforgottenpen Szófia sighs. She guzzles down my hot toddy like ice tea and exhales a silent belch. "Őfelsége," she whispers, sniffling, then mutters in Hungarian. I pretend not to hear. It's been almost a week since Szófia came back to life, or something like … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 5

Under the Bed: Chapter 4

Story by Mark Figueroa (anthony_abyss) | Featured art by: Salem Jaeger @theforgottenpen Tree branches spread like veins across the sky, covering clouds and the full, orange moon. I sit in the living room, waiting for black mist to signal Őfelsége's presence. So far, it's been like every other offering night. The air's thick and charged … Continue reading Under the Bed: Chapter 4

The Worth of Words: Chapter 4

Mom, Dad and Kathy have all been here for a few days now. I can't say I mind the company, but I'm glad my parents are leaving this afternoon. Unfortunately, Kathy's staying for a while, but it could be worse. After scouring through a series of Tweets, I found one person who claimed to have … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 4

The Worth of Words: Chapter 3

( The Worth of Words: Chapter 2 | HP: High Value Target ) | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen "I saw it on the news, Simona. The biological attack. It's all over the place. They're saying someone found a way to transmit another strand of Covid. A strand that's more powerful than the … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 3

The Worth of Words: Chapter 2

by Mark Figueroa | Featured Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen Detective Cannen pulls up to a non-discreet building. From the looks of it, it used to be a factory of some kind. Possibly for printing newspapers. Cannen scribbles in his notepad, "Only paper. No voices in here. Got it?" I nod and he hands … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 2

The Worth of Words: Chapter 1

by Mark Figueroa | Art by A Forgotten Pen at @theforgottenpen “God, fuck this. Fuck quarentine,” Jacob muttered. He scrolled through Youtube and scratched his nose. “Why the fuck are we paying New York rent for Kentucky living?” And, that was the end of that. Shortly after, he got the bright idea that we should move away … Continue reading The Worth of Words: Chapter 1