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Sweat ran into her eyes as she fled on winged feet. She had lost her knife, and the open area beside the rutted and dusty track … Continue reading Mr. D’arcy, Fist of Death, devourer of souls.
The shoulder high grass tickles my nose as I creep through the hedge. As far as hedges go, this is a large one, the concealment it … Continue reading The dead boys screaming soul.
After a time, the sun on its downward run toward night, she spotted a finger of smoke stretching to the heavens from beyond a hill in … Continue reading Dead and well bled.
Essex Street, close to midnight, I had just completed lancing a boil. Not just any boil, rather a pilonidal sinus the size of my fist which … Continue reading The cat and the kidney – Hell revisited.
It is 1922, and it is the tale of Tilly Moncrief. A rogue, swindler, and well styled crim without borders. Tilly has stolen from Cat Lucifer, … Continue reading Tilly Moncrief – carnage continued.
C As far as cellars went, the cellar beneath the Windsor Hotel wasn’t a bad one. Running beneath the hotel, the cellar was equal in length … Continue reading Tilly Moncrief – nemesis of Cat Lucifer – carnage revisited.
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South Perth and the Windsor Hotel flash by on Tilly’s right, she hated any hot dish served cold. Gearing down, the surrounding 3 am darkness … Continue reading Tilly Moncrief – carnage revisited.
Fear encapsulated him, stone cold and sweat inducing. He felt it in his gut, his heart hammered in his chest, his eyesight blurred, he felt nauseous, … Continue reading Sung by the man with the feathered feet.
As far as he was concerned, temper and rage, were nothing more than weakness through emotion. It was the ability to think, not feel, that gave … Continue reading The Lore of The Emotionally Absent Killer.
Unaware he had fallen asleep, he hit the deck with a solid ‘thud’. Thrown from his rack by extreme movement of the ship, he awoke … Continue reading No greater prison than the ocean blue.
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 … Continue reading Styx, and stones.
The seas had become the image of a nightmare. A swell of between six and eight metres, working with a easterly gale was doing its … Continue reading Warm, dry, and over it.
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 … Continue reading “Standfast!”
Having showered and eaten, the PO returned to the XO’s cabin. Still relishing the sensation of warmth from the shower, and the feel of clean … Continue reading Still cold, still wet, too scared for 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 … Continue reading Cold, wet, and homesick.
Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine; the portal to this my very soul; a hellish black beast … Continue reading Lead pill behind the left ear.
Cold sweat and steady rain dripped from every part of her being; terror gnawed at her gut, and her nausea was overpowering. Lithe legged she … Continue reading Sobriety, the curse of the damned.
Beyond death, there is a place of extreme life, one so brilliant and unimaginable, that no person could begin to dream of. A world of sentient … Continue reading Miss you like sleep.