Disease ripped through his body, the arteries ached, muscles spasmed tremoring against the skin. Mindlessly undulating and rippling under the fine veneer of pink flesh, it kept coursing through in waves faster and faster with each quickening heartbeat. Blood weeping from every orifice, covered him in streaks of red mingled with the stench of shit…
Category: Stories
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Krampus
Day broke, the sun achingly came over the concrete horizon, lighting the darkness in dull pink/orange hues as if the city were bruised from an encounter with the night. In winter its weakened rays didn’t really warm the ground at all or provide comfort for his bones that painfully throbbed with cold, then again, he…
Big Brother
The thorny hedge tore, biting flesh, drinking blood as he pushed through from the fey to the real. Fear pulsed through veins powering him toward the daylight away from the perpetual twilight, away from the longing and the magic. The fey had started to tear itself apart, magic was losing itself in a from misty…
The Board
The seats around the table were finally filled by “The Board”, all beautifully tailored in the finest Savile Row suits from charcoal to a daring pin stripe at the head of the Table. Sammael looked on. He had be known by various names and titles: The Fallen One, Asmodeus, Satan or his favourite one –…
Warts
Granny’s house smelt of warm gingerbread and dust intermingled with the aroma of mothballs which always brought Jonah some peace. He sat in the little living room on the sofa with doily headrests, chintzy to repel any degradation. Salted tears fell on the cracked skin of left arm not being a purified panacea needed but…
Atomic George
Weathered was a something his face wore with distinction. George had known so much sadness that now it was reflected in the lines plowed into his skin by Father Time. Time had not been gentle, it had taken away his family in one fell swoop, it had reduced his bones to chalk and his skin…
A Right Stew
The pot was bubbling away, one worked whilst the other lazily drank some wine looking on the other’s industry. The weekly meal where his dad would come around was a high point of the week to catch up even through the stress of meal prep under a watchful gaze.“Oy vey! Too much salt, my kishkies…
A Critic Came A Calling
I clearly remember shuffling into the room above The Crown, greeting warmly all the other aspiring writers, story tellers, poets and bards assembled with a knowing nod and smile. All of us huddling around the twenty chairs in a circle; reaching into our collective bags to bring out the offerings for tonight’s literary group. Everything…