Chaos & Carnage

  “Do lift your chin and close your mouth garcon” she remarked to one compact yet non descript lad, and to a rather “Slightly over done” length of humanoid charcoal.  Both did so, and all fly catching dangers were averted. Neither spoke, train wreck fascination overwhelming the unlikely pair, not quite fully understanding this occurrence,…

Roll with the lunches.

  Darkness staggered drunkenly over the surrounds around Mini’s flat.  The only difference between his flat in the “now” and “then” other than the whole “lived there, now I live here” was a small cat flap cut into the front door for “it’s for easy ferret access Coque……”   The shadows around his flat were…

Kill the messenger

  Mini had absolutely no problem gaining his bearings once establishing the locality of his place of birth. The trip there after, although somewhat arduous, was uneventful as far as the term can be applied to one of the newly born into a place that “is as was, was as is, is as will always…

Lamington Hell

  “Now you see Coque, what it is right, is that you just been born. Not re-born. Born” continued John, “What you see around yer, right, is all real. Real as where yer come from just now, right, and where yer is now, is exactly that, now. Simple right?”   No, not simple at all lamented Mini.   The darkness of the night he had gone to work in…

A ferret named ‘Desire’.

  ‘Death’ may walk beside you. ‘Death’ may linger over a battlefield. ‘Death’ may lurk in Hospitals and places of ‘Respite’.   What ‘Death’ actually likes is a good cuppa, a biscuit, a natter, and a crossword. She also likes her Grandchildren, her fox terrier Mr. Darcy, spying on neighbours, talking just out of earshot of her sons and daughters…

Mob of one

  As far as he was concerned, temper and rage; nothing more than weakness through emotion. It was the ability to think, not feel, that gave cause to the success of man. It is not what people feel that truly matters in the long run, it is how they think and act that defines them….

Death winked; saucely.

  Death swore, Mr. D’Arcy’s failure, the first in over a millenia, left Death to re-evaluate Black Annis with a certain amount of professional awe. In accordance to protocol, Death had grievously, excruciatingly, harmed the only friends Mr. D’Arcy had known and loved. The very same beasts come pets of the other horsewomen of the…

Skinned with a brick

  Flesh boiled away from Heathcliff’s body.  Feathers from the massive goose kept the skin intact, allowing for far larger chunks to slough away from the bone. He smelt delicious. The ears, being large were the first part of Tea Time to dissolve.  The enormous rabbit’s left eye burst into a gelatinous mess first. His…

Insanity and other groovy stuff

  She had never felt so good, so alive. The air smelt sweeter, the sky looked bluer, the songs birds sang sounded as though they were angels serenading some random God, and everything about her felt positively vibrant.   Nottingham in the 1920’s was an absolute feast for her. Blood had flowed as gaily as…

Sad, demented, yet oddly sociable.

  Seated in a middle carriage, Black Annis was thrown forward and across the compartment hard, coming to an equally sudden and jarring halt against the opposite wall. Picking herself up, she cocked an ear and took in the utterly foreign sound of the wheels of the train squealing painfully loudly under brakes. Combined with…

The insight of fear

    A mixture of Absinthe and Laudanum now was my only saviour, releasing me from pain all but completely.  The cold was running havoc upon my old injuries, and I was beginning to wonder if some wretched fever was folding me within its unwelcome wings. ♠ My days in Fremantle Public Hospital were seemingly…

I know you.

  From there I slept without dream or movement, opening my eyes some nine hours later, feeling as though I had not slept at all.  Once more from the breach unto the fire, I moved off into the day. Again, following my routine path to the Fremantle Public Hospital, this time for a later shift….