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 of The Now offered no cover whatsoever from either the elements or more human pursuers. Her near dry cloak streamed behind her, flapping occasionally around her legs slowing her….
Category: Bast
The dead boys screaming soul.
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 offers is magnificent, and the view it extends me of the cottage is fantastic. I must be about twenty cat paces from the gate to the green yard surrounding…
Dead and well bled.
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 the distance. Black Annis, with joy in her heart and a spring in her step, decided that wherever the smoke was coming from would be her next ‘bit of…
Miss you like sleep.
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 beings both real and myth released; beasts lurking between imagination and seedy hidden reality; murder, mayhem, carnage and light of unfathomable mystery. The next evolutionary step, shedding the trainer…
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…
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…
Skinned with a brick
Flesh boiled away from Heathcliff’s body. Feathers from the massive goose kept the skin intact, allowing for far larger chunks to slough away from the bone. He smelt delicious. The ears, being large were the first part of Tea Time to dissolve. The enormous rabbit’s left eye burst into a gelatinous mess first. His…
Insanity and other groovy stuff
She had never felt so good, so alive. The air smelt sweeter, the sky looked bluer, the songs birds sang sounded as though they were angels serenading some random God, and everything about her felt positively vibrant. Nottingham in the 1920’s was an absolute feast for her. Blood had flowed as gaily as…
Sad, demented, yet oddly sociable.
Seated in a middle carriage, Black Annis was thrown forward and across the compartment hard, coming to an equally sudden and jarring halt against the opposite wall. Picking herself up, she cocked an ear and took in the utterly foreign sound of the wheels of the train squealing painfully loudly under brakes. Combined with…
Rage and the eclectic.
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 offers is magnificent, and the view it offers me of the cottage is fantastic. I must be about twenty cat paces from the gate to the green yard…
Midnight Rambler
She had not realise she had moved. Touch, not movement nor sound alerting her to it; fourteen inches of bread knife magically filled her hand, taking control of its own movement alone, leaving Gentle Annis somewhat out of the picture as it did so. She watched the elderly lady lean further forward deliciously exposing…
Cheat local
☛ It was a cliché wedding and the old folks wished them well. Vow’s were taken, tears shed, and a smiling bride and groom kissed for the first time as husband and wife. Effervescent, she positively glowed, her radiant husband brimmed with unadulterated joy, and the newlyweds cut the perfect cliché royal couple, bringing hope,…
Bonkers
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 of The Now offered no cover whatsoever from either the elements or more human pursuers. Her near dry cloak streamed behind her, flapping occasionally around her legs slowing her….
I took her bones, and left her soul.
My name is Bast, and I am time. It is ‘now’ again, and I place my stockinged feet upon my wooden window ledge, and I stand to my full height of one hundred and fifty five centimetres, five feet five inches to anyone else. With my auburn hair left down I step off…
Fell and wanton.
She is five years old. She is not enjoying herself. She had been immensely enjoying herself, but the concussive interruption of her parents has stolen that snippet of happiness and unbridled delight from her previously mundane existence. Her five year old brain has no concept of the enormity of the situation, nor the…
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