An exercise in inspiration – having a vaguely Lovecraftian mood on me I decided to just start typing and see where the mood take me. The first couple of lines sprang out of nowhere and I just let the whole thing flow without editing or pausing.
Continue reading “Monolith”Apparition
Edmund Jenkin was not an old man but he was weary and reaching the end of his resources. He had been waiting for his caller who was overdue by an hour and he was worried. The weather was bad but that was not what concerned him. What concerned him was that the time was bad, the days were bad, the enemy was breaking through in ways they could not have imagined a decade ago and he was concerned that these were the final days.
Continue reading “Apparition”The Cure
Eddie was a bright guy. I met him at college where he was studying literature and poetry and he had a real passion for it all. He had a gift with words and loved a well crafted phrase loaded with booby-trap cleverness.
Continue reading “The Cure”Landslide Victory
Do you remember when you were a child? Alone and hungry and crying for a mother that was beyond hearing?
Continue reading “Landslide Victory”Perspective
Sunday Girl
I’m not a girl, but it is Sunday, and here’s Debbie Harry and Blondie just because:
Transfiguration
Magic Dragon
He was sitting untouched by the noise and movement around him, day-to-day face glued to his head, perfectly convincing. His hands moved over the keyboard, marionette appendages on strings of habit.
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Otherworlds 