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…

Books; a poem.

  Books, fuck I love books. Cat’s are good too. I wish I was drunk, books.   Click the picture above love.   N     (+61) 0418393742 – text only editor@therebemonstershere.com http://www.facebook.com/tbmonstershere/ twitter.com/be_monsters All posts and associated intellectual properties regards ‘therebemonstershere.com’ remain ©The World Turned Upside Down. Any associated artwork is sourced through ‘Pintrest’, all music through…

Pub.

  Moving like the wraith she was, Beatrice stole through the night as silently as the grave she had escaped for her nightl – actually, bugger this Sunday afternoon working for a game of soldiers, I’m going for a sneaky one down the pub.  Click the picture. Until then,   N     (+61) 0418393742…

Either my mood controls the weather, or the weather my mood…….

  Currently, my mind is a mire of stagnancy, and I blame the weather. Here is something I just wrote in place of the tale I am currently penning, as writer’s block has just shunted the story in progress out-of-the-way. This is my image of me from the perspective of my mind, specific to this…

A response to ‘Death, life, and the bit in between.’

  Hey there world!   Thank you to all that commented on my last blog post. Immensely appreciated. Now, I respond to everyone that has taken the time to message me, as quickly as possible. There is a ‘but’ coming up however, to Roz, and the other groovy movers that have been leaving me the…

Death, life, and the bit in between.

  Quick update.   I’m back,   and,   finally I’m getting my arse into gear, digging out four of my unpublished novels, blowing the dust from them, and giving each one a work over. My notion is to have them all sorted by Christmas, and off to publisher’s by February.   So there you…

Defragged headspaced, and other lies.

  Well, I was finally released from hospital on Saturday morning, and with a cleanish bill of health.   Whilst that is the case, I’m still not back up and running at 100%. As such, the life and times of Maggie Trout and Misanthrope have been put on hold. An off shoot of my treatment…

therebemonstershere.com – the chronological sounds of emotion – 2

  And so the play list continues to taunt the tyrannical beast that is nostalgia. See what you think.   Rock and roll, just for the sake of it – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=-sUXMzkh-jI    Music to fire up to – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z5rRZdiu1UE   A song of anguish, one that nearly cost me my life – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7XaSm9-r_4U   Love and dancing – https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nqIiB1xpWYU…

therebemonstershere.com – the chronological sounds of emotion – 1

  Hey hey World,   I’m still in hospital, hence the lack of posts. Whilst the horror’s of ‘Misanthrope’ continue, this post has absolutely nothing to do with that, rather, it is, in essence, the musical compilation of me. So, when all is said and done, and you, should you dare to, explore that linked below,…

Introversion, love, hate, and the blemishes of life.

  Hey hey World!   As of tomorrow, I am removing my blog spaces from public view. Life has rolled the dice in favour of fate rather than luck, and as such, I am pulling on the personal invisibility cloak of self.   So, whilst Maggie Trout, Bast, Death, and those other pots on the…

“That’s a funny place to get a dagger stuck!”

  ‘I remember,’ said The Roman to Death, ‘thinking that “I bet the bloody wife is right” when I spoke to Decimus last night.’ ‘Is that so dear?’ replied Death ‘Well I would have expected this from Brutus and Cassius, but Decimus too? Fair enough the young chap is nearly 20 years younger than me,…

The Misanthrope Miscellany

If it hadn’t been for my body at my feet, it would never in a lifetime occurred to me that I would find myself seated before, well, ‘Her’? On opening my eyes to the darkness, her loose blue rinse perm and the pink old lady dressing gown she wore gently glowed. Had I a pulse, it would…

Destination unknown

I am standing in the rain. I am drenched. I am happy. This day has bought much joy to my heart. Well it would at least, but for my lack of one. Those stupid folk!  So easily deceived! So easily led astray! How they quail before the beautiful, beautiful rain! Dashing hither tither in search…

In hell, I’ll be in good company

  Cold sweat and steady rain dripped from every part of her being. Terror gnawed at her gut, her nausea was overpowering. On shapely lithe legs she ran, and ran, and ran. With fear to guide her, it was less the ‘to’, but rather the ‘from’, that had her sprinting bare footed in a pair of old…

“I killed them all!” laughed Father Time to Mother Nature.

Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine. Dread portal’s to this, my very soul. A hellish black beast stirs. Raising its foul head, it is the breath of a corpse that reaches forth like a snare. Horrid, pungent, unrelenting. Washing over you, me. Something, as vile as a torrent…

Hmmmm…….’Special’ or ‘Challenged’, a reflection.

  This is a little hard to report with a straight face, but it seems that some of the dead can’t rest in peace. In the Australian Journal of Parapsychology, a Brazilian researcher reports on his efforts to “narrate and analyse some psychological phenomena perceived in dead people.” Getting inside the minds of the living…