Lead pill behind the left ear.

  Lying behind these lack lustre, whimsical if it so pleases you, eyes of mine; the portal to this my very soul; a hellish black beast stirs. It is the beast of time. More accurately, the beast of time squandered. A beast for the soul left to rot in the remnants of self. My self….

Sobriety, the curse of the damned.

  Cold sweat and steady rain dripped from every part of her being; terror gnawed at her gut, and her nausea was overpowering. Lithe legged she ran, not ‘to’, but rather it was the ‘from’ that had her sprinting in sans bra and undies in a pair of old jeans, an older tee shirt and…

The devil laughed nervously

In the morning we made our farewells to the village and turned east. The sleeting rain was blowing hard from the north, drenching man and beast to the bone. The overcast skies teasing the sun above, taunting it with the slightest of gaps between the blue black anvils, allowing passage to meagre slivers of light, but only after a…

Face full of head

  I am standing in cold driving rain. I am drenched. I am happy. This day has bought much joy to my heart; well it would at least, if I had one. Those stupid folk, so easily deceived, so easily led astray! How they quail before the beautiful, beautiful rain! Dashing hither tither in search…

The Liebster Award

The Liebster Award and Random Facts About therebemonstershere.com   Jan, the groovy writer at strangegoingsonintheshed.wordpress.com nominated me for the Liebster Award, a simply marvellous gesture.  Before I go any further, Jan’s blog lays out a mixture of folklore, myth, legend, humour, the gothic and shamanism. Her musings have a brilliant leaning toward mysticism and esoterica. She…

Fun with knives

    “Shhh, settle down.   Now kids, just remember, even though you may sleep, do not forget the fact that your end of the house was built over a burial ground. A burial ground of the people that were here before the current aboriginals. A people so terrifying that their evil was not just physical,…

Bastard

    My two bit office was emptier than the head of the kid that packs my groceries on the corner. Everything was gone. Desk, couch, the rug off the floor. Even the God damned corkscrew and ash tray was missing. Everything! I had gone out for cigarettes and three bottles of rough red wine….

Happiness breathing

An experiment before you begin the story. Click the picture above, and then return to this page. The idea is that whilst you are reading, you have a backing soundtrack to add to the impact of the yarn below. I would be interested in your opinion as to whether music enhances the story. Oh, only have…

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…

Hanged soul sans body

“My pretty’s…………………………….” the ghoulish, graveyard voice regales.   Slight fear begins to gnaw at the inner you.     “Best you cease now in your reading, put this parchment back within the hellish vessel from which it was found, lest you cower lifelong at the tale that unfolds within these words beneath.  Beware the Angels,…

Baby gotta a hand, gotta finger on the trigger…….

  Death knocked on my door. It was a cold night, so I opened it, and welcomed her in. I offered to take her cloak and the secateurs that replaced the scythe centuries earlier, and was not surprised when she declined. It was a cold night after all, and the coal fire in the hearth threw…

Purgatory and other delights

  In the midnight dark it swept through streets in a manner specific to the wraith that it was. Through the rain, street lights flickered then went out as it passed, thunder rolled overhead, lightning lit up all that the electric lamps no longer could.    She had her head down against the rain, it blew…