Jerrod and 3-Piece...the end of the beginning |
When Jerrod found his trousers they had been Hammer'd into the mud, Casio-style. Fragments of the giant synthesizer lay scattered onto the unending highway. He was back at Junction 49. The stench of s...
Posted by on Thu, 07 Feb 2008 10:43:00 GMT |
Jerrod & 3-Piece...end zone |
Jerrod and 3-Piece Reece slipped down the clay verge, intermittently scuffing their buttocks on sporadic patches of coarse, thistly weed. The air was damp with mist, but this offered little cover as t...
Posted by on Tue, 29 Jan 2008 00:00:00 GMT |
Jerrod & 3-Piece...edge of nowhere |
Jerrod and 3-Piece dropped to the ground with a sudden, bone-stinging thump. "Sor-ry." Poopac apologised, breathy and cautious. He crouched behind a tree and surreptitiously uprooted another, draggin...
Posted by on Sun, 20 Jan 2008 04:34:00 GMT |
Jerrod & 3-Piece...old friend |
Hungshallapoopac crushed a highway through the copse, The Horse, cantered to keep up. The sun, though bright, was weak, offering only enough heat to gently warm the tip of the nose. Jerrod's neck was ...
Posted by on Sun, 13 Jan 2008 05:03:00 GMT |
Jerrod & 3-Piece...the cavern |
The Horse struck down on the guitar, sweeping cleanly through all six strings, catapulting them neatly across Jerrod's neck and face, accompanied by the panicked, rhythm-less bashings of Reece in his ...
Posted by on Wed, 02 Jan 2008 10:44:00 GMT |
Jerrod and 3-Piece...show time |
The Old Man stopped. "Get in there." He snapped, jabbing his lantern at the root of a tree. "Get in where..?" asked the Horse, politely, "Yeah. Where are you taking us exactly?" quibbled Reece, Th...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Dec 2007 11:08:00 GMT |
Jerrod & 3-Piece...the fixer |
Stars perforated the dark blue midnight. A wolf howled in the distance, spluttering mid-howl to clear his throat, before taking another short breath to complete his spine-chilling call. "That was al...
Posted by on Tue, 11 Dec 2007 10:59:00 GMT |
Jerrod and 3-Piece...field of creams |
Golden rays of sunlight dappled the canopy of the great oaks that dotted the landscape. Dusty ribbed clouds arced from east to west like colourless rainbows. Dusk was approaching. An owl swooped with ...
Posted by on Tue, 04 Dec 2007 11:23:00 GMT |
Jerrod and 3-Piece...Horse Sense |
The sun was shining, the snow was melting and a plethora of spring flowers freckled the face of the mountainside as Jerrod and Reece descended, clinging to their horse, the path levelling onto greener...
Posted by on Tue, 27 Nov 2007 11:42:00 GMT |
Jerrod and 3-Piece...back to life |
"Let me take a look at that." said Reece, stretching Jerrod's collar away from his neck. "Oh..you've been tagged." he said, remarking on the miniature radar that swivelled continuously at the base of ...
Posted by on Tue, 20 Nov 2007 10:58:00 GMT |
