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

She was the end of days

  ☛ Rough cold grey granite blocks made up the circular shaped walls of her thatch roofed tower prison, a prison she had languished in from birth. A period stretching twenty isolated years, her mother’s weekly visits being the only contact with the outside world she had ever known. She had cried enough tears in…

She found the ‘laughter’ in ‘slaughter’

♞ Birds, shimmering blue and the size of walnuts shot about Gentle Annis in a blur of wings and movement; butterflies, twice their size, fluttered around a cacophony of flowers in slow winged beauty. She skipped down a path of deep brown bare earth half a metre wide and ten centimetres deeper than the flower…

She gutted him like a fish

☛ 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, happiness, and the…

She skinned them with a filleting knife

  A little red riding hood wearing psychopath visits an elderly friendly Grandpa and Granny Wolf for tea, just outside of Coomberdale. Mooohahahaha!!!!     Two wolves worth of blood, fresh and vibrant, ran down her now almost black cloak rendering it red once more. Electricity coursed through her like a torrent from a broken…