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…

Rage and the eclectic.

  The shoulder high grass tickles my nose as I creep through the hedge. As far as hedges go, this is a large one, the concealment it offers is magnificent, and the view it offers me of the cottage is fantastic. I must be about twenty cat paces from the gate to the green yard…

Midnight Rambler

  She had not realise she had moved. Touch, not movement nor sound alerting her to it; fourteen inches of bread knife magically filled her hand, taking control of its own movement alone, leaving Gentle Annis somewhat out of the picture as it did so. She watched the elderly lady lean further forward deliciously exposing…

Cheat local

☛ It was a cliché wedding and the old folks wished them well. Vow’s were taken, tears shed, and a smiling bride and groom kissed for the first time as husband and wife. Effervescent, she positively glowed, her radiant husband brimmed with unadulterated joy, and the newlyweds cut the perfect cliché royal couple, bringing hope,…

Bonkers

Sweat ran into her eyes as she fled on winged feet.  She had lost her knife, and the open area beside the rutted and dusty track of The Now offered no cover whatsoever from either the elements or more human pursuers.  Her near dry cloak streamed behind her, flapping occasionally around her legs slowing her….

I took her bones, and left her soul.

  My name is Bast, and I am time.   It is ‘now’ again, and I place my stockinged feet upon my wooden window ledge, and I stand to my full height of one hundred and fifty five centimetres, five feet five inches to anyone else. With my auburn hair left down I step off…

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…

I, the drowned.

  After a long night of patients displaying all the hallmarks of influenza; I helped a lad of no more than eight who had a load of gravel accidentally dumped upon him, very nearly killing him. His ribs were nearly all broken, and had developed an intracranial bleed which I drilled and drained on 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…

A most delicious fillet of soul

  Mr. Darcy had enjoyed the wait.  The world going about its business was always an interest to him. He enjoyed the occasional pat from passers-by, plus the odd tit bit that was infrequently offered up to “such a good dog”.   His dietary intake of souls was well looked after.  Many a lone, and…

Your death, my happiness.

  Sweat ran into her eyes as she fled on winged feet.  She had no weapon, and the open area beside the rutted and dusty track offered no cover whatsoever from either the elements or more human pursuers.  Her cloak streaming behind her, flapping occasionally around her legs slowing her, and her laced above the…

Death is a heartbeat away

  I have posted this here before; I think?   1932, on a road passing Datjoin, heading toward what was soon to be known as ‘Wialki’, a place deep within the eastern section of the Western Australian Wheatbelt. A young woman held rein whilst perched high upon the seat of a cart, a cart that…

Deader than Good Friday

  The evening summer sunlight ran like gold through the trees 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…

When the dead do more than talk.

  Christmas day, ten or so years ago.   The farm they lived on is about 25 km’s out of town as the crow flies.   Well above the 110 km/hr speed limit, the ten year old Ford Falcon was being edged along as fast as possible, but as safely as he physically could. An…

A truly horrible day

  This is a dreadful story, and 100% fact; I was there. My skin crawls at the thought of it, as my children, and those of our friends, are all around the age of those involved below.  I felt genuinely sick just thinking about it; writing it his taxed me, and broken my heart more…

Gutted like the trout she was.

  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…

A heart broken by death

Agnes had been strolling door to residential door, handing out cheaply produced leaflets to everyone she encountered willing enough, polite enough, to lighten her load.  Few were interested in the spiel that went with it, but at least they had something to enlighten them as to the injustice of society and a government precluding women…

Your life on my knife

  “Life Sucks”, it was the publisher that came up with the book title, not me. The title I really wanted to give it was “Should I Fall from Grace with God”, but no, “Life Sucks” it is.   Why the change? Apparently being a shorter title it is easier to remember, appealing to a…