Death tamed love.

  Windows, eyes to the soul of the house; this manor, abode, home, reflected the lights of the late model Citroen rambling up the gravel drive. One then two people alight from the magnificent juggernaut into a night brimming with moonlight. God’s breath teased the tree’s, bestowing upon the pair the heady scent of jasmine…

Strike Hardest

  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…

A reason to burn

  My name is irrelevant.   I am 45 years ancient.   War broke me fifteen years ago, and now I am incapable of working.   ♠   The aboriginals at the end of my street are fighting again. At least twenty, on reflection there are more likely twenty five, men and women yelling and…

Skeleton tree, the original Mercy Seat.

  It still amazes me that the sheer horror of Jesus and the resurrection is seemingly overlooked. Yes, it is celebrated, but the absolute blood laden carnage of the event still blows me away, is seemingly forgotten. Essentially, Jesus was a Jewish religious and political dissident, betrayed by a suicidal friend, cast out by his…

Mercy on me

  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…

Music is the sound of the emotion that is her.

  Walls the colour of melted vanilla ice cream stretch three and a half metres upward around me; four sides four metres by five metres apart and long. The 1950’s ceiling is the white of a young brides wedding dress, cobwebs are a smattering in the North West corner; thankfully well passed their used by date. Once loved,…

The timely demise of a maudlin hag

Children and animals know, and they do know.  Life and people are seen with extreme objectivity, and then they tell it like it is. The façade worn by angel or demon alike, counts for nought beneath their gaze.  Both child and beast will keep a distance and a wary eye about them when such things…

Mr. Fox & Lady Mary – Misplaced Woeing.

  Mr Fox LADY MARY was young, and Lady Mary was fair. She had two brothers, and more lovers than she could count. But of them all, the bravest and most gallant was a Mr Fox, whom she met when she was holidaying at her father’s country house. No one knew who Mr Fox was;…

The Hurdy – Gurdy Man

    Monsters – The hurdy gurdy man – 09FEB2018   The Hurdy-Gurdy Man was an odd character. Ramrod straight, square of shoulder and firm in baring. His lengthy iron-grey hair kept one in mind of the cliché Victorian era Royal Navy Commanding Officer. No one, as was often the topic of conversation amongst the…

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 Nuckelavee.

  She is running harder than she has ever run in her 30 years. Sprinting, tripping, her way through the stormy Glasgow night, winged feet having been granted by the Gods of the chase. Her bone deep fear keeping her only ever just ahead of them. Them, the fiends of the midnight hour, casting a…

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…

“She gutted him like trout………………”

  I wrote this ages ago. It reads very roughly, but, I think I had fun penning it.     “My pretty’s…………………………….” a voice, resplendent in all its grave yard and catacomb tinted splendour, regales. Slight fear begins to gnaw at the inner you. “Best you cease now in your reading, put this parchment back…

‘I’m a bloody corpse!’ laughed the boy.

  Teeth and talon tearing at her flesh. Exquisite pain forcing her toward the precipice of unconsciousness. Edritch darkness, thick and black and heavy, enter her open mouth. It pauses at her teeth, avoiding Heather’s exhaled scream; breath is then drawn, and it slides within her; unstoppable until it reaches her soul. Blood coats the…

Introspect revisited

  The things I treasure. Health and well being of my children and my wife. I treasure the individuality they all possess; the ability of choice, and the choices life will grant them, and take away. Their happiness, and their ability to live in the places, they choose to live. The smell of my children’s…

Lament of the sailor.

  It is October 2001 and I am either in an eastern part of the Indian Ocean, or a western part of the Timor Sea, although, really, that is falling quickly into irrelevance. Evening and darkness is now washing away all remainders of what would generally be described as a ‘beautiful sunset’, and I desperately…

The inimitable ‘Mr. Fox’

  Hmmmm……………well, in roughly a week (when school goes back, thank your choice of deity) the re-writes will be started in earnest.   Thus far, the accumulation begins with – Bast – 73,141 words; Mini – 51,021 words; Mrs. Hudson – 27,176 words; Misanthrope – 21,669 words; In Hell – 9958 words.   I am…