Machinations of a cereal killer |
Every time he forced the metal deodorant can into the socket, the boys remaining eye would bulge forward as if in some protest against the treatment its twin had received. Presently, he gave an ext...
Posted by on Sat, 11 Oct 2008 12:33:00 GMT |
The fear |
Unscheduled madness grips us now.Gypsy eyes and diamond smile, this mocking voice be still at last?What risks, what terrible risks. Red nights but what if all the worlds a lie? Too many dark though...
Posted by on Wed, 01 Oct 2008 17:29:00 GMT |
Welcome to the white |
'Given that external reality is a fiction, the writer's role is almost superfluous. He does not need to invent the fiction because it is already there'J. G. BallardHe sat down in front of the comput...
Posted by on Sat, 23 Aug 2008 10:12:00 GMT |
Septic eyes |
It's crashing through me, fucking with me, the loss of logic, lack of reason, insides dying, outsides laughing, all for one, this one's for nothing, killing time, abandoned rhyme, nothing worthy, noth...
Posted by on Wed, 13 Aug 2008 20:19:00 GMT |
The Sperm Wars |
His spiked heel dug into the assorted rubbish at the edge of the turning point for the Great North Bridge. He almost slipped on a long abandoned aluminum can before regaining his purchase and continui...
Posted by on Wed, 09 Jul 2008 18:51:00 GMT |
One final fair thee well.... |
No-one will ever hear these, my last words, of that I'm all but certain. The end has come. Too much floating, not enough air. I could save my energy and perhaps drift on a little longer, but in the en...
Posted by on Sun, 15 Jun 2008 16:06:00 GMT |
The Leaves |
Underneath the leaves, the sky is a deep blue as infinity stretches out before our eyes. Symphonies roar silently and dreams die here. Eyes stay wide, unmoved by nightmares that come alive once mor...
Posted by on Thu, 08 May 2008 07:13:00 GMT |
The Heart Eater |
He was wearier the second time around. The old saying 'once bitten, twice shy', had never seemed more appropriate&..he still had the scars after all. Two jagged white lines ran down the length of his ...
Posted by on Tue, 06 May 2008 18:04:00 GMT |
The Horsemen.... |
For several days and countless nights the horses rode the heathen skies, Purple cauldron way on high, they came to show the end was nigh Skeletal visions first approached, in puddles deep and mirror...
Posted by on Tue, 22 Apr 2008 09:15:00 GMT |
The Wake |
There was a corpse in the sitting room. It lay there malevolently, whispering dark curses at the world through sewn lips. Or was it but a doll in the shape of the boy who would be King. A muted ...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 17:23:00 GMT |
