I am Death to you who’ll meet me. I am life to those who have.
They say a scream is a scream is a scream. Hurt is hurt. Pain is pain. That both subside with every unfulfilled second. They say many things. But what do they know? What do they really know? The mind is a curious container, delicate even. If the mind were glass, one might shatter it with […]
Through mists and madness, they came. Preceded by a blazing streak of crimson, they curled through the night like blood under dark, transparent skin, their master’s booming battle cry filling the void. I feared then. I’m not proud of my shame, but a truth is a truth and quivering lips go undisguised. Sheer terror took […]
Behind every twitched curtain, eyes twinkled. The issue came with whether they twinkled with glee, gladness or gore. How could one judge a sparkle in the night, a flash in infinity except with one’s heart. So, I walked through that village to nowhere smiling sweet kindnesses. I didn’t walk out.
On Halloween Murder dripped from my mind as a dark and unctuous treacle; it coated me in death. And so it was I stole upon her unawares, my once love, my once life. She combed her long, raven hair with the brush I had bought her when first we met, a trinket to me, rather […]
50 Word Stories: They They slid over us like the stars the night, white ghosts stalking the cosmos. Albinos, as like us as not, They confronted us in nightmares and found us wanting. Nameless, They took our everything in intangible truths and left us with nothing. They, we called them, those reflections of us.
￼ One never expects to be told they’re dead not even by God himself. Is it not supposed to be a quick transition, a passage from light to dark to light again? Yet there I was lying in my hospital bed when a figure dressed head to toe in flowing black robes bent low and […]
￼ An all-encompassing darkness licks my feet like an oil slick of repugnant, black something-or-other. I can neither place nor verbalise this nightmare essence, yet I focus on its swirling self for good reason. Life flows through this evil treacle, and though I wish it, it's not mine.
￼ They called themselves the tribe. A disparate band of hoodlums made tough by numbers, reinforced by concealed blades and young girls in too much lipstick. Kings of the neighbourhood, they flounced, preened and one night chanced their arms. Midnight, alone and moody, I meandered. They struck. The cops found all ten of them in […]