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…

Miss you like sleep.

Beyond death, there is a place of extreme life, one so brilliant and unimaginable, that no person could begin to dream of. A world of sentient beings both real and myth released; beasts lurking between imagination and seedy hidden reality; murder, mayhem, carnage and light of unfathomable mystery. The next evolutionary step, shedding the trainer…

What is normal for the spider, is chaos for the fly.

My name is Bast, and finally I am dead. My corpse is at my feet, and what I see on the ground before me appears to be that of a 22 year old woman; a woman 5 feet 2 inches in the old money, and is lying like Jesus on the cross, flat on its…

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…

Kill local

    He stepped into the night throwing the boatman’s cloak around himself, pulling the oversized collar up around his ears, then ramming the tricorn down hard atop his head.  The matched pair of flinted pistols were thrust between belt and breech behind him. His sabre gently rattled in its scabbard, as did the bayonet aft of it.  The first musket…

Peace, the ultimate urban myth.

  Initially the thought ran along the lines of “there is no way I am bright enough, and know enough national and local history to be able to make it work”.  From there it travelled along the neural pathways that go from thought and associated leanings, to the same vocalised. In this case the verbalisation…

Eye Gouging Splendour

  A highlighted newspaper article found by Liv next to the toilet read – “The Baron de Batz, apparently found the next handful of years to follow to be somewhat dangerous for him, and moreso for those around him.  March and April of 1794 saw the execution of colleagues and friends, and by June 20…

Glasgow kissed soul.

  Nothing could have prepared him for it.   “John, what is this place, this time, this now called?”  anger bubbled through Mini like nitrogen into a divers elbow. “John, this place you purport to have spent the last 581 years?  This place you have you have forgotten, quite by accident I am sure, of…

Braided soul

    The hunt had been magnificent.  His quarry had been physically the fittest of his encounters at least these last two hundred years.  Said quarry also was the smartest, resourceful, cunning, and most importantly, cowardly he had engage in such a while.  There is no greater chase, nor greater hunting prey, than one in…

Death of me; shining life of you.

  The hunt had been magnificent.  His quarry had been physically the fittest of his encounters at least these last two hundred years.  Said quarry also was the smartest, resourceful, cunning, and most importantly, cowardly he had engage in such a while.  There is no greater chase, nor greater hunting prey, than one in which…

‘Occupation?’ ‘Dead.’ he said.

    The air wasn’t quite musty.  Nor was it a space where the air had a hint of age about it.  It certainly had dampness adding to the subtly overwhelmingly…………… “what IS the term?” thought Mini amongst the gamut of other more or less important thoughts.  “It sort of smells like Grandma’s flat in…

Shave my belly with a rusty razor

  170220012, 29052012, 30051431, and 29052012 all sat down to watch the Saturday morning cartoons.  29052012 liked them, 17022012 found them immature and caused some slight temporal discomfort, 29052012 was flat out not interested in them, and lastly 30051431 was completely wrapt by them.  It was pathetic to observe. “So my clothes will be dry…