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…

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…

She was the chlorine to his gene pool.

  ♠ One night in the August of 1919, at about three of the clock in the morning, Mrs. Fox and I had finished aiding in the delivery of a stillborn to a twelve year old mother in a lean-too rudely built against a farriers fence on William Street. Whilst Mrs. Fox was in the…

Hell’s Teeth

  The months, like Napoleon’s troops fleeing Russia, marched on with a cost. The performance of surgical procedures was reduced generally to two or three times a week. The apparent nocturnal popularity of the team that was Mrs. Fox and Dr. Peel found us, bag in hand, committing anywhere up to ten hours every night…

Rumble and dice

  One evening six months after the sharing of our lodgings began, Mrs. Fox, exposed me for my gender correctly through the art of deduction, and her inimitable ability observe. My pragmatic landlady informed me in a direct and matter of fact manner that I was, indeed, a woman. Her rather accurate rationale was attributed…

Vinegar and Razor Blades

  ‘An account of time served in Fremantle Public Hospital, and the greater Fremantle area; 1919 – 1920; Dr. Jean (John) G. Peel, Surgeon-Major (retired).’ ♠ It had become apparent at age 12, that if I were to remain for all the world to see as a woman, never would I progress further into meaningful…

Face full of head

  I am standing in cold driving rain. I am drenched. I am happy. This day has bought much joy to my heart; well it would at least, if I had one. Those stupid folk, so easily deceived, so easily led astray! How they quail before the beautiful, beautiful rain! Dashing hither tither in search…

Strain the glass through your teeth.

  Through the dust of the glass box, papers could be seen within it, filling it completely. Yellowed with age, and on casual observance, ink all but faded beyond legibility. More phone calls were made, and a Mrs. Heather Fuchs the Western Australian Museum arriving within an hour. The vehicle she arrived in containing everything…

Bare knuckled fun

  I proceeded along with a swagger in my step.  Life was finally moving in the direction I had sorely desired for so long. Mentally ticking off the procedures that awaited me in the next few hours had removed my attention from the task at hand.  One should never blame another for one’s own actions,…

Cocaine & Champagne

    On more than one occasion my heart was to skip a beat that night as my fiancé Jack was about.  We were fortuitous as the evening had offered occasional moments of respite; thus enabling us to converse about everything and nothing, as those in love are want to do. On the side of…

Fun with knives

    “Shhh, settle down.   Now kids, just remember, even though you may sleep, do not forget the fact that your end of the house was built over a burial ground. A burial ground of the people that were here before the current aboriginals. A people so terrifying that their evil was not just physical,…

Bastard

    My two bit office was emptier than the head of the kid that packs my groceries on the corner. Everything was gone. Desk, couch, the rug off the floor. Even the God damned corkscrew and ash tray was missing. Everything! I had gone out for cigarettes and three bottles of rough red wine….

Knuckle splitting laughter

    South Perth and the Winchester Hotel flash by on Tilly’s right, she hated any hot dish served cold.     Gearing down, the surrounding 3am 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…

Straight razor of love.

    Click the picture above, then come back and read the story. I am toying with notion of adding music to the page, so you have something to add to the emotive underbelly of the yarn. Let me know what you think. As far as cellars went, the cellar beneath the Winchester Hotel wasn’t…

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,…