Anthony Cicchino

Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!

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Anthony Cicchino

Hi, all! I enjoy writing horror, both prose and poetry. Working on my prose at the moment. Thank you for reading!

590

Writings

Followers

Following

As Sinister As A Star

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

We look to the stars, wondering if they, too, will fall. Will their path blaze and leave fire and flame behind, until they reach the ground? And then will the sidewalks, streets, and dirt crumble, too, or will they land more peacefully? We can’t fathom a time of peace, or something as sinister as a star coming down to infiltrate us. There’s no niceties any longer. Remember in schools, when we woul...

Drama

Baby’s Home

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

They used to give me that same love. See it, there? The look in their eyes? Even their words are similar: “Oh, she’s so cute. Ah, look at what she did!” She can do no wrong, and I used to not be able to either. Now, I sit in my bed in the corner of the room, watching. They don’t even care when I make a silly noise or drop my toy at their feet anymore. They haven’t taken pictures of me in days. I h...

Drama

Humour

Waterfall

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

I was eager to feel intertwined with the water. I desired for it to absorb me, enter each pore, exit again, and enter again, so I was one with the flow and the flow was one with me. Yet, when I stood still and let the ocean absorb me, I felt nothing. Something I had desired for so long felt like nothing. It made me numb and I found it astonishing. How often did I do this, want something so deeply ...

Drama

Milk Carton

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

“I’ve seen better looking people on milk cartons.”

“Excuse me? _Missing_ people? That’s disrespectful.”

“To you and to them, huh?”

“To them more than to me. Why would you even say that?”

“You just look ragged right now. Like you’ve been missing yourself.”

“Well, I haven’t. I’ve been here the whole time. Right here with you, day out and day in, in this apartment.”

“And you look the wors...

Horror

Mystery

Nailed

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Her hands sit on the table before her, neatly clasped. Each finger intertwines with the other like some intricate puzzle, beginning for an answer yet never giving anything up. The wrinkles on each knuckle are faint, the skin firm; the nails at the end of each finger are trimmed and shaped into a triangle. One swipe of those against a neck, and the person could die. Her hands don’t move as she star...

Drama

Two Friends And The Wishing Tree

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Vella sat her sword against the nearby stump.

“That’s it,” she said, turning to Jasmine and looking up at the tree before them.

Leaves scattered the cobblestone walkway, turning an otherwise barren, snowy scene into something a bit more spectacular. The trunk of the tree itself was large and scarred, but no different from any of the other trees they’d seen on the journey here. Jasmine hadn’t p...

Drama

Fantasy

Kitchen Memories And Lemon

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

The memory is vivid: my mother stands in the kitchen as my sister and I make paper boats out of newspapers. We want to play with them in the suds from dad washing his car, but mother won’t let us; we don’t know that then, though. We’re playing laughing, creating, messing up and still laughing, as if nothing really mattered besides having fun. The scent of lemons fills the memory: my mother with he...

Poetry

Drama

Cookie Jar

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

She didn’t know that when I was twelve, I put my shame in that old thing. I was watching it for days to make sure nobody really cared about it. The jar sat there on the top shelf of the kitchen my whole childhood, collecting dust. The pig-shaped jar seemed silly, inconspicuous. I knew if I ever had to do anything “bad”, as father would say, it could help me out. Nobody would look there. For as lon...

Horror

Mystery

Gladiator

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

My sword falls to the ground. I look the lion before me in the eyes. They look human, just like mine.

“Citizens! Who will win? Place your bets!”

The announcer draws me from our connection, and I see the patrons standing in their seats, looking down at us. We’re nothing but meat to them; never were any more. I look up at them and see no connection. They are not my brothers, my sisters. You, tho...

Drama

Fantasy

Rush Hour

Anthony Cicchino

1 min read

Late to work. Again. I swerve onto the freeway, barely looking to my left as I merge right. They’ll brake. They always do.

On the freeway. Music blasting. Cars whip past my side, trucks, too. I’m going fast but the trucks go faster sometimes. I honk at someone who cuts me off as I swerve into another late.

I honk at someone else, and … The middle finger. He shows me his middle finger and snarl...

Drama