Big Fingers. Pale Throat. Little Smoking Gun

His big fingers wrapped around her throat. His look was not of evil or cruelty, but of fear and panic. Continue reading →

The Short Reign of the Bug King

One day, under the great green stalks of the grasslands, two bugs bumped into each other quite accidentally. Under the Continue reading →

A small story about flinty rocks, soft voices and red fruit.

There was a girl. She had thin black hair and large sad eyes which often shadowed darkly. She lived near Continue reading →

A Spooky Message from the Afterlife. Ooooooh!

Do you know the worst thing about being dead? It’s not the necrophiles. They do creep me out, but I’m Continue reading →

An End To It: Part 1 – Another Last Night

If you’d have asked her, she’d have told you that it was only after he’d climaxed that she started to Continue reading →

An End To It: Part 2 – They’re Only Words

I hate you What? I hate you. And I hate me more. You didn’t hate me 10 minutes ago. Yes Continue reading →

His new, Lonely World

He walks. With nowhere left to go, he walks. He sometimes follows the warmth, sometimes the stars, sometimes the moon, Continue reading →

From the Archive (1997, apparently); Two rhymes concerning eggs.

Oh, Noble Egg-man   Oh noble Egg-man Why have you not come? You have left all my eggs here again Continue reading →