Christmas within the sleek grey messenger of death.

The Sailor’s Christmas T’was the night before Christmas, the ship was out steaming, Sailors stood watch while others were dreaming. They lived in a crowd with racks tight and small, In a 60-man mess, cramped one and all. …  I had come down the stack with presents to give, And to see inside just who…

Australasian Horror Writers Association – Update

  Hello all,   A brief update. I am passing this message on as a member only.   Due to internal technicalities, the AHWA website has been taken down by the web host. A temporary site has been created here -> https://australasianhorror.wordpress.com/   For all questions specific to the AHWA, please follow the above link.  …

I was a teenage twelve year old!

  Hey hey groovers and shakers!   I’m on the road for roughly the next fortnight, so, I’ll catch you on the flipside.   Now, just for the fun of it, symbolic of my impeding time away, a wee drinking song, courtesy of DAAS! Broad Lic Nic! Woohoo!   It’s a broad lic nic And…

The anathema that was Beatrice Kent, and a wee bit more.

  The bones of the earth, huge, grey and grubby cast their shadow over Beatrice. Black souled birds of doom shrieked and clattered in the sky above her. These Cessna sized winged beasts, little more than black skin stretched taut over muscle and bone, caused their leathery hides slap and crack as they gnawed jagged…

The anathema that was Beatrice Kent.

  All future posts made by therebemonstershere.com, will no longer be available on either Facebook, twitter, or any other form of social media, with exception to this account.   She was not liked nor likable. Her life was not molded by the abuse of a male, nor the treatment of any person toward her, she…