Her love for him was in the shoulder felt recoil.

Yarr! It has been an age since I put anything onto my page, hence this wee tester. The noxious tripe beneath these dodgy words is a first draft of a wicked little book designed to fill the nasty little hands of those with the ability to read, yet lacking the understanding that what they read…

Mr. D’arcy, Fist of Death, devourer of souls.

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….

The dead boys screaming soul.

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 extends me of the cottage is fantastic. I must be about twenty cat paces from the gate to the green yard surrounding…

Dead and well bled.

After a time, the sun on its downward run toward night, she spotted a finger of smoke stretching to the heavens from beyond a hill in the distance. Black Annis, with joy in her heart and a spring in her step, decided that wherever the smoke was coming from would be her next ‘bit of…

The cat and the kidney – Hell revisited.

Essex Street, close to midnight, I had just completed lancing a boil. Not just any boil, rather a pilonidal sinus the size of my fist which was located directly above the cleft of buttock of a carter.  I extracted at least four cups of foul green yellow pus from the local and surrounding area of…

Tilly Moncrief – nemesis of Cat Lucifer – carnage revisited.

C As far as cellars went, the cellar beneath the Windsor Hotel wasn’t a bad one. Running beneath the hotel, the cellar was equal in length and width of the establishment, the timber and stone lined walls leading to a ceiling nearly eight feet above the floor; well coopered barrels filled with beer but mostly…

therebemonstershere.com – the links

Hey there groovy movers. Recently I was asked what therebemonstershere.com methods of contact and social media links were. So, in response to that, here ’tis! /www.facebook.com/monstershere email: editor@therebemonstershere.com text only: +61 (0) 418 393 742 And there we go. Try and click the link beneath picture, music should follow. However, with the ‘block’ format WP…

Tilly Moncrief – carnage revisited.

South Perth and the Windsor Hotel flash by on Tilly’s right, she hated any hot dish served cold.   Gearing down, the surrounding 3 am darkness enveloped her like a black velvet glove as she rode quietly up Mill Point road. Letting the bike get near to the top of the hill, she turned it…

Sung by the man with the feathered feet.

Fear encapsulated him, stone cold and sweat inducing. He felt it in his gut, his heart hammered in his chest, his eyesight blurred, he felt nauseous, his breathing was too fast, and he could control none of it. He knew running was futile, hiding even more so, they would take years to complete the hunt…