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   I’m back,   and,   finally I’m getting my arse into gear, digging out four of my unpublished novels, blowing the dust from them, and giving each one a work over.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…

Swashbuckling Rumskulls

  ‘Fighter by day, lover by night, drunkard by choice, sailor by mistake.’ Eight hours’ worth of pub crawling was both the cause and the downfall of the situation.   Cobra’s, whilst known for their hooded heads, venomous bites, cliché appearances in ‘Bond’ films, and starring as the lead villain of the odd Kipling tale,…

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…

“I’ll see your Lamb of God, and raise you one Wolf of Odin.”

  Over the last decade, I have been pestered to shift my pen off upon a retrospective journey of ‘me’, and my love of the sea.   As yet this undertaking, being such a deep spiritual jaunt, hoping to plumb the depths of something, I feel akin the absolute devoutness toward God and religion people the…

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…

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…

Left hand of the Devil

  A short scary story.   Once upon a time there was a little boy who attended the local kindergarten. One day, whilst the class walked to the library, he had to hold hands with a little girl.    He caught ‘Girl Germs’.   And DIED!   💀   Walking with the kindergarten class to the…

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…