Archive for the 'Story' Category

The Cavern – Part 8

Thursday, August 29th, 2013

We moved our invalid, who really was very ill by this point, I was slightly surprised that the medic had not euthanized him but then I thought about her standing there in the tunnel awaiting our return with only a corpse for company and could see why she had not. The fact that none of […]

Sunday’s Moon

Thursday, August 22nd, 2013

Sunday’s Moon (first published on Turquoise Monster) Sunday’s Moon bulldozes the weekend, violently dragging the week with it Monday’s Moon sips coffee forlorn at the week ahead Tuesday’s Moon serrinades Wednesday in a cheerful sort of way Wednesday’s Moon consumes pizza whilst trying to share with the rest of the week Thursday’s Moon sits in […]

The Dancer

Thursday, August 8th, 2013

She dances to twist the clouds of aether, to tie the ribbons of creation, looping and swerling. She paints the moon with silver thread, flaring from her head, her skirt a crimson undulation will birth planets and stars in it’s unraveling. She is the dancer dashing this way and that, kinking the ribbons in mid […]

A whole for a mole

Thursday, August 1st, 2013

Jasper was a mole, a small velvety mole, his fur was not as dark as the others, he was twilight to their midnights and they never let him forget it. Moles aren’t exactly sociable in the first place but when you grow up being called the velvetine ghost and having your worms nicked off of […]

Aztec Raspberries

Thursday, July 25th, 2013

The Aztec Raspberries gathered around the pyramid alter of frozen victims minced and mixed with fermented cow lactate. They sung songs to invoke the death goddess and awaited the juice that would ensure the sun would rise on the morrow. The sacrificial raspberry sat at the very apex of the pyramid and awaited with fruity […]

That Darn Darn Fish – Part 1

Friday, July 19th, 2013

Melony was a fisher woman, but before you start conjuring up images of old, pickled, rolly polly ladies that smell worse than a cat litter tray in high summer, let me explain that she was 15, lean and lithe and full of a dark and powerful grace. She would dive from the little platform at […]

Bootleg Bacon

Wednesday, July 3rd, 2013

It was austerity that had done it, it had finally broken Rosaline, the middle aged woman who had once been a teacher. She was hungry, she hadn’t had anything other than cups of weak tea for three days and before that it had been sandwiches morning and night – there wasn’t enough to do a […]

Antha Dragon Queen

Thursday, June 13th, 2013

Antha was sixteen, the palace thronged with preparations and her father beamed down at her from his golden steed Melock. A thin trickle of smoke laced its way up from the dragons nose and it blinked it’s large jewelled eyes at her. She could feel it’s power and knew the creatures intelligence and loathed it […]

The Cavern – Part 7

Thursday, June 6th, 2013

I sat with mug of stim that someone had gotten for me and the other two, I don’t think any of us were actually drinking the stuff verses just hugging the mugs for the minute amount of comfort it was giving us. I was awaiting the supplies from my mother, the council seemed to have […]

The Echo

Thursday, May 30th, 2013

The Echo (First published on Turquoise monster) I saw the echo scamper ashore It was wet and cold and so alone I saw the echo sit and cry Though no eyes it had the tears still poured I smelt the echo as vibration Thrumming and strumming a silent sound I smelt the echo in pinks […]