Fen
I told the lads, Angus & Tate, don’t go out past the moor to the fen. Did they listen? No! They didn’t hear a damn word because that’s where we found them, bloodied and torn up. Now, they’ll rise with the moon, restless spirits, until we find the one responsible.
Aug 29, 2021
Rat
You might not believe it, but one of the best pets is a rat. If you can get over the tail, they’re social, smart & loving. Sadly, they have a disease that slowly drowns them in their own lung fluid. They call it Redjacket. Don’t suppose anyone cares enough to cure it.
Aug 29, 2021
Battle
Michael watched as cherubim fighters fell from the skies, their wings ablaze. The dark warriors were coming over the hills, swallowing life with a glace. Though the battle seemed lost, he raised his lance against the demons. Then, a great light fell over the land…
Aug 28, 2021
Moon Vacation
The rocket’s on the pad, waiting to take everyone on their journey home. The moon is a fun place to vacation on, but the craters, habs, and food get old fast. People sigh with relief as the airlock opens, and a lady starts asking for tickets.
Aug 27, 2021
Creepie Auntie
We moved in after my creepy auntie and her cat disappeared. It’s a spooky old place – shadowy corners, curtain windows, creaking floorboards. I always felt her presence there, like she never really left. Last night I heard meowing in the hall. We don’t have a cat.
Aug 26, 2021
Rooster
Tried to keep you here, on my bed, till rooster crow. You slipped away from silver chains, my blade forlorn. There was another, for a moment – useless flesh torn. It’s you I crave to make me full. Come home, dear Alice… come home.
Aug 25, 2021
Outsider
The old astronomer stares into the telescope‘s eyepiece. His young protégé waits. “You’re right,” he agrees. “Beside Rigel, we seem to have an outsider.” An object zigs to the left, zags to the right. “Playful,” says the old man. “And there are others, too.”
Aug 24, 2021
Deal
Used to play cards with the guys. Round table, whisky, smoke in the air. We played for coins, a couple of bills. Now days, 2am, credit card, a button on my screen says deal. My friends aren’t here. No one’s playing. I fold. Salut.
Aug 23, 2021
Tim’s a thief, always has been. Last night he picked the wrong pocket. He found two IDs in the same wallet. One for Jimmy-the-Killer Smith, a big mob boss. The other’s for a cop – Detective Bill Syr, in special operations. It’s the same guy in both pictures.
Aug 22, 2021
Swig
There’s a drip of paint on the artist’s thumb. Red. He licks it away. Tastes fine. There’s the bottle. He takes a swig. Guts bubble. Burps and gurgles. Throw up – streams of colour.
Aug 21, 2021
