Styx, and stones.

  Sleep, this time around proved somewhat more elusive. Knowing full well that he desperately needed it, he shut his eyes, and did his utmost to clear his mind of the nightmare he so recently endured.   Morpheus finally stepped in. This time his dreams filled with the memory of looking up at a night…

“Standfast!”

  Dipping, rolling, and listing; the ship plowed through the night time waves. The swell had picked up to four metres, and the barometre dropped quicker than the whores draws on half price night. Above, the heavy clouded night sky loomed black and menacing, so much so that the horizon was indefinable; ocean and sky…

Cold, wet, and homesick.

  At nearly midday, a big sky, light blue and cloudless, sat above a three metre swell, and the grey ship that sailed upon it. So far from shore now, seabirds had stopped following them. The only winged beasts to be encountered were great swarms of flying fish, skipping and skimming across the surface. A…

What is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly.

My name is Bast, and finally I am dead. My corpse is at my feet, and what I see on the ground before me appears to be that of a 22 year old woman; a woman 5 feet 2 inches in the old money, and is lying like Jesus on the cross, flat on its…

The devil laughed nervously

In the morning we made our farewells to the village and turned east. The sleeting rain was blowing hard from the north, drenching man and beast to the bone. The overcast skies teasing the sun above, taunting it with the slightest of gaps between the blue black anvils, allowing passage to meagre slivers of light, but only after a…

Kill local

    He stepped into the night throwing the boatman’s cloak around himself, pulling the oversized collar up around his ears, then ramming the tricorn down hard atop his head.  The matched pair of flinted pistols were thrust between belt and breech behind him. His sabre gently rattled in its scabbard, as did the bayonet aft of it.  The first musket…

Peace, the ultimate urban myth.

  Initially the thought ran along the lines of “there is no way I am bright enough, and know enough national and local history to be able to make it work”.  From there it travelled along the neural pathways that go from thought and associated leanings, to the same vocalised. In this case the verbalisation…

Eye Gouging Splendour

  A highlighted newspaper article found by Liv next to the toilet read – “The Baron de Batz, apparently found the next handful of years to follow to be somewhat dangerous for him, and moreso for those around him.  March and April of 1794 saw the execution of colleagues and friends, and by June 20…

Glasgow kissed soul.

  Nothing could have prepared him for it.   “John, what is this place, this time, this now called?”  anger bubbled through Mini like nitrogen into a divers elbow. “John, this place you purport to have spent the last 581 years?  This place you have you have forgotten, quite by accident I am sure, of…

Braided soul

    The hunt had been magnificent.  His quarry had been physically the fittest of his encounters at least these last two hundred years.  Said quarry also was the smartest, resourceful, cunning, and most importantly, cowardly he had engage in such a while.  There is no greater chase, nor greater hunting prey, than one in…

Death of me; shining life of you.

  The hunt had been magnificent.  His quarry had been physically the fittest of his encounters at least these last two hundred years.  Said quarry also was the smartest, resourceful, cunning, and most importantly, cowardly he had engage in such a while.  There is no greater chase, nor greater hunting prey, than one in which…

‘Occupation?’ ‘Dead.’ he said.

    The air wasn’t quite musty.  Nor was it a space where the air had a hint of age about it.  It certainly had dampness adding to the subtly overwhelmingly…………… “what IS the term?” thought Mini amongst the gamut of other more or less important thoughts.  “It sort of smells like Grandma’s flat in…

Shave my belly with a rusty razor

  170220012, 29052012, 30051431, and 29052012 all sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons.  29052012 liked them, 17022012 found them immature and caused some slight temporal discomfort, 29052012 was flat out not interested in them, and lastly 30051431 was completely wrapt by them.  It was pathetic to observe. “So my clothes will be dry…

Chaos & Carnage

  “Do lift your chin and close your mouth garcon” she remarked to one compact yet non descript lad, and to a rather “Slightly over done” length of humanoid charcoal.  Both did so, and all fly catching dangers were averted. Neither spoke, train wreck fascination overwhelming the unlikely pair, not quite fully understanding this occurrence,…

Roll with the lunches.

  Darkness staggered drunkenly over the surrounds around Mini’s flat.  The only difference between his flat in the “now” and “then” other than the whole “lived there, now I live here” was a small cat flap cut into the front door for “it’s for easy ferret access Coque……”   The shadows around his flat were…

Kill the messenger

  Mini had absolutely no problem gaining his bearings once establishing the locality of his place of birth. The trip there after, although somewhat arduous, was uneventful as far as the term can be applied to one of the newly born into a place that “is as was, was as is, is as will always…

Lamington Hell

  “Now you see Coque, what it is right, is that you just been born. Not re-born. Born” continued John, “What you see around yer, right, is all real. Real as where yer come from just now, right, and where yer is now, is exactly that, now. Simple right?”   No, not simple at all lamented Mini.   The darkness of the night he had gone to work in…

A ferret named ‘Desire’.

  ‘Death’ may walk beside you. ‘Death’ may linger over a battlefield. ‘Death’ may lurk in Hospitals and places of ‘Respite’.   What ‘Death’ actually likes is a good cuppa, a biscuit, a natter, and a crossword. She also likes her Grandchildren, her fox terrier Mr. Darcy, spying on neighbours, talking just out of earshot of her sons and daughters…

Mob of one

  As far as he was concerned, temper and rage; nothing more than weakness through emotion. It was the ability to think, not feel, that gave cause to the success of man. It is not what people feel that truly matters in the long run, it is how they think and act that defines them….

Death winked; saucely.

  Death swore, Mr. D’Arcy’s failure, the first in over a millenia, left Death to re-evaluate Black Annis with a certain amount of professional awe. In accordance to protocol, Death had grievously, excruciatingly, harmed the only friends Mr. D’Arcy had known and loved. The very same beasts come pets of the other horsewomen of the…