Archive for January, 2010
January 6th, 2010
Her nails scratched at the dry earth, her fingers captured and strangled by the long grass. Her eyes wept the tears that made tiny people streams between cracks and crevices in the ground. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
Mary had tried but had failed many times to stop her legs moving, but they often got carried away with her, not giving her time to think. Possessively, they took hold of her, their leverage the many lives that she had lived in the past. They dragged her around in tatty boots, scanty white dresses and masses of wild red hair floating on behind her. They had tried scanning her brain for signs of the people that had housed themselves inside her body, but still their tests came up with nothing. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
Annie had what you might call a weakness for life.
Yet she had incompleteness.
She was not a Mother, wife or child.
She was still out there waiting and wandering through time.
She would look and as far as the eye could see, the peaks of tall buildings cut the air, and had grown as far as the heavens. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
Anna sat at the table, a drink in one hand and her face cupped in the other. She sat alone daydreaming, her thoughts very quiet in a place that was bursting with sound. She had found a table in the corner of the pub, away from the claustrophobia of the bar. This service area a wash with men socialising in harmonious thirst. Men of all statures and features their faces sharing an animated torture, awaiting the decision of who would buy the next round. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
As cheerful as the next sedative, Jane slept walked into her day. strolling past the puddles made from last nights creation, her grey coat hem soaking it up. She found the office awash with files incomplete. One case in particular had pushed it’s way through demanding her attention. She had been on it for weeks now, but it wasn’t letting up. She read the M.O again of the victims, and a statement given by the only witness to the second murder.
January 6th, 2010
Dressed in a white coat hat and shoes, he could have been mistaken for a doctor. His patients, that of the hooked drawn and quartered kind. They were kept under conditions that could have been classed as inhuman pneumonia. Pink, hairy and dismembered, the pieces hung silently in the cold of a walk in deep freeze. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
Well if this world is heaven and this world is hell,
where do the small people and pixies dwell. Read the rest of this entry »
January 6th, 2010
Fairies flutter down to earth.
They join the land in its rebirth. Read the rest of this entry »
January 5th, 2010