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“You don’t want to go in there, mate.”
I raised an eyebrow.
“She’s a monster.”
The postman carried a parcel that needed signing for. He walked quickly up the garden path, dropped the package and returned to my side.
“You didn’t knock,” I…Continue
“Hey, Mikey. What do you want to be when you grow up?”
“I want to be a ghost, Mummy,” he had said.
“Why?” she had laughed.
“’Cos then I can be invisible and make people jump. Boo!”
He had told his playfellows at school the same thing and they too…Continue
Think on it...
By ‘they’ I mean the elite, the rich and the powerful, the intelligentsia; the ten percent of the population who own ninety percent of the world’s wealth, resources and power. Of course they…Continue
Urbania #poetry book #Urban #Modern #Poetry available #FREE this weekend … enjoy and kindly shareContinue
Added by Steve Downes on October 24, 2014 at 13:02 — No Comments
Mark awoke, blinking back a light in his left eye, then his right.
"Good," a man said, cheerily, "Everything's working." Mark didn't know the man's face but felt familiarity in the coat.
"You're a doctor?" he attempted to ask, but produced no sound. "Am I okay?" he tested. Silence. The man nodded.
"I'm a doctor," he said, "Doctor Sergei Mengele—no actual relation. And you're fine. Mostly. Certainly doing better than I'd expected." Mark tried to feel reassured, but…Continue
It was after midnight when Michael made his way upstairs to prepare for bed. His wife had turned in earlier due to her migraines, so she was already asleep—or so he'd thought. But when he emerged from the bathroom later she was gone.
"Silvie?" he called into the hallway. A dingy light shined up from the stairwell like a yellow beacon. Sounds of smacking, dish clanging and an eerily manly nom, nom, nom echoed up like sound effects out of a cartoon. Michael scowled.
I seen her from a distance; just the back of her, but I knew her shape, her mannerisms. I ran, calling her name.
She turned and smiled, threw her arms around me as she wondered how long it had been.
We ate and drank in the plazas, sunset blazing off the villas, before she took me back to her apartment, where we kissed. Partly masticated food passed into my mouth from hers, but I was so infatuated, so excited, I didn't care. I swallowed, wanting all the dirty parts of her. They…Continue
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A crisp night, moonlit silver. A light breeze shifts restless leaves across the blacktop.
A curve in the road - not the best place to catch a lift but there she stands.
An unlikely time for cars to be passing; an unlikely place for them to stop.…Continue
There’s talk of nothing in particular. Young men quote Jack Black in School of Rock like it’s a new thing.
There’s talk of a room available somewhere. The old landlady would like the company.
There’s talk about a resolution to the civil war – but that’s ephemeral, taboo.
There’s talk of what to do over afternoon cider. One says it’s too early and orders coffee – black.
There’s talk of football and talk of cars: about engine size and torque and the best…Continue
Added by Rob Coker on October 16, 2014 at 19:21 — No Comments
Reviews of the Botolf Chronicles (part I & II) on Amazon.com & Goodreads
“A real (and hilarious) roller-coaster ride of multiple characters and incidents and invention, leaping between worlds, time periods and storylines till you wonder how on earth(s) this author is going to pull it all together - and then, amazingly, it all clicks into place with one more rip-roaring invention.”
“Intelligent humour, wit and sarcasm. ”
“This book is clever, amusing,…
Added by Steve Downes on October 16, 2014 at 15:30 — No Comments
Ellen's Eyes Met Karen's, noticing her white Doctors coat.
“What you did, is serious Ellen. Cutting your own skin, trying to take you own life. What you're feeling is serious. I would like to help you understand it” said Karen kindly.…Continue
I thought a lot about entering this. I've had it in various forms for 5 months or so. I think it is horror, I think were moving away from werewolves and demons, and this piece is meant to explore the horror of humanity.
I'll let you judge for yourselves.
Added by Elliot Black on October 14, 2014 at 12:05 — No Comments