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….

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…

An anathema; the song of the kadaitcha man.

  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, his breathing was too fast, and he could control none of it. He knew running was futile, hiding even more so, they would take years to complete the…

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…

There Be Monsters Here – ‘Misanthrope’ – meet the author.

  Hello there world!   Roughly twelve months ago, I put a halt on my collection of oral history/folklore specific to the Shires of Dandaragan, Victoria Plains, and Moora. Basically I ran out of stories.   Unexpectedly, people over the past two months have began showing interest once again in my collected yarns. So much so,…

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…

He found Death to the east, and Death had her quota filled.

  With that, the day got hotter, and smoke rose vertically from the fires into the scorching cloudless sky without a whisper of wind to disturb it…………………… ………………..At around 5 in the afternoon come evening, it was sound, rather than smell, that caused Harry Smart to wake in fright from his make shift bed beneath the…

He found Death to the east, and Death waited for more.

  This is the follow on from my previous post.   With the sun shifting slowly from the forenoon to the aft, the three remaining, Albert Smart, Harry Smart, and Jack Bridgman examined the area around the irreparably broken vehicle, and drew the same conclusion; of the five water bag’s, four had been burst or…

He found Death to the east.

About 200 miles east of Ballidu, Western Australia, 6606;  roughly 1920. A good hundred and something odd miles from anywhere, on a track that appeared on no map, had remained unused since the last rains four months prior. Three of the four fairly narrow gauge wheels, wooden spokes imitating roulette wheels, spun languidly, coming to a…

Ahhhhhhhhhhh……………you gonna take me home tonight?

It is prior to the Great War, Moora, Western Australia, 6510.  Sweat, heat, fire, muscle, and iron are the staple of every blacksmiths shed, shop, and forge the world over.  One of Moora’s own stands on the eastern side of the northern end Lenane St. It is a family affair, a couple of brothers now running…

See you in hell, my wild, wild friend.

  On a “truly wild night”, surrounding the kitchen table, “a family of natives were playing cards”. Much laughter and merriment was had, and as the night wore on, the storm getting fiercer and fiercer all the while, the children of the house started to come inside from their play around their dirt floored home….

Un petit psychopathe en bottes (one small psychopath in boots)

  The evening summer sunlight ran like gold through the tree’s and the bush behind St. Gertrude’s College, shadow crept down the hill before it, and the mercury dropped to 37℃. Sweat, half an hour prior, had ceased dripping from the brim of the broad brown Akubra perched on my dusty head, and the route…

So psychotic, so chic.

  This happened within 150km of where I sit, and is as factual as any true story can possibly be.   Agnes had been strolling door to residential door, handing out cheaply produced leaflets to everyone she encountered willing enough, politely enough, to lighten her load.  Few were interested in the spiel that went with…

It’s been a lonely, lonely, time

  This is 100% true.   Early on a grey Sunday morning sometime in the mid 1970’s, I would have been five or six at the time, there was a ‘knock’ at our front door. This in itself was a highly irregular occurrence, as no one used our front door, the back door was the…

Keep calm and ‘Kurdaitcha’

  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, his breathing was too fast, and he could control none of it. He knew running was futile, hiding even more so, they would take years to complete the…

See you in Hell, thief in the night.

Hey, hey world!   It would seem that people are more interested in this wee blog than I could ever have imagined! Thank you everyone, your comments, input and encouragement mean so much more to me than any and all could possibly imagine. You are seriously groovy, saying ‘thanks’ alone dulls the sheen of my depth…

THEME for 2016

Originally posted on Visible Ink:
It is with pleasure that the Visible Ink Collective for 2016 announce that the theme for this year’s edition is: What is a boundary? Is it a barbed wire fence, or a lake between mountains? Could it be disability, prejudice, sexuality or education? What makes people want to push boundaries?…

2016 Aurealis Awards are open for entries

2016 Aurealis Awards are now open for entries. The Aurealis Awards, Australia’s premier awards for Speculative Fiction, are for works of speculative fiction written by an Australian citizen, … Source: 2016 Aurealis Awards are open for entries