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Waking Nightmare – 2

An old lady unexpectedly dropped in for a visit. Sporting blue rinse hair and dressed in a matching blue twinset pants outfit, complete with matched shoe’s, she sat down in the chair on the opposite side of the bed to Mrs. Trout. A long-nosed, black and white, small to medium-sized dog seated itself beside…

Waking Nightmare – 1

It took three and a half weeks to track down, but the Moora Police eventually found what they were looking for at Erichs Mechanical on Tootra Street, Moora. The rear trailer that had swung wildly causing loss of life and carnage was in the midst of repair. Upon speaking to both Sam and Mark,…

“Bloody Pollywogs!” said King Neptune to no one in particular.

This still gives me a laugh, and I posted it onto one of my other blog’s about a year ago. I have absolutely no idea who wrote it. I may have, although I doubt it. Regardless, for anyone that would like to give life at home an RAN (‘Royal Australian Navy’ for any ignorant…

Pains exquisite texture – 8 – Metamorphosis – waking nightmare

Her iodine related pain had fled her, leaving Maggie feeling, oddly, exhilarated. In no way did she enjoy or welcome discomfort, let alone the sharp stinging agony she had just endured. Yet, she felt refreshed and somehow ‘more alive’. An alertness consumed her, and for the first time since her accident, she genuinely smiled. …

Pains exquisite texture – 7(ish)

Closing her eyes, Maggie took in five slow, deep breaths. Inhaling through her nose, exhaling through her mouth, clearing her mind as she focussed on her breathing. It took time for her to relax enough to remove those unwanted thoughts and sensations from her broken body. After two or three deep breaths, Mrs….

Pains exquisite texture – 6, or maybe the last.

Maggie had dozed off with the images of a blonde haired, twelve-year-old farmer’s son, and his smiling Border Collie named Squirt. Her dreams, sadly, rapidly, transformed into something unspeakably horrific. Things previously forgotten about the accident began to slowly rise to the surface of her tormenting dream state. She saw the body of ‘Flash’,…

Pains exquisite texture – 5

After clearing her throat, Mrs. Trout began. “Okay dear, here we go. ‘Misanthrope’ by one Mr. Hamish Ross. Chapter One.” Closing her eyes, focusing on her breathing and the sound of her mother’s voice, Maggie did her level best to clear her mind. “The sheet of tin flapping on the shearing…

Pains exquisite texture – 4

Days and weeks meshed into one. The initial glut of family and friends visiting had tapered off into non-existence by the tenth day, and the only person to remain at Maggie’s bedside was her mother. As was to be expected, the accident made headlines nationally, and featured in news items globally. So too, interviews…

Pains exquisite texture – 3

“Maggie,” began the surgeon, “without sounding pretentious, I will give you your injuries in layman’s term’s. Your pelvis is broken in three places. Both of your femurs have minor fractures. Your spleen has been ruptured. Four of the lower ribs on the left side of your chest have been broken in two or more…

Pains exquisite texture – 2

Whilst illegal, he had been on the road for a shade under 14 hours without a break. His log books spinning a fairytale like yarn to anyone taking the time to inspect them. Heading north on the Bindoon Moora Road, he had his white Volvo FH16 going flat-out. The pocket road train he sped…

Pains exquisite texture – 1

Thanks to the recent rains, the spot fires lacked the heat to take off and spread through the bush along the roadside. Looking across from her passenger seat, a Constable hung upside down from his seat belt, and it was the steady heat building up in the car, rather than image of her grievous…

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,…

“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 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…