Sunday, October 30, 2011


Sometimes I can only bring you poetry where thoughts would otherwise lie like memories inked upon the page. Sometimes this poetry tells you all that you need to know and sometimes it unrolls like smoke as you read and reread.

I can’t tell you what kind of poetry this piece will be. I only know that I have written it and that it is unedited, uncut, unmuddied by further thought. It is as it was written. It is as it was first thought.

Writing it helps. Releasing it sets it free.

Saturday, October 29, 2011

Halloween Flash Fiction: Week 4

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Grave Error

The ground bubbled and shook where the soil had been freshly laid. Borborygmic ripples tugged at the earth, boiling below her feet and knocking her to the floor.

She scrambled towards the gate, but the ripples had spread out from one grave and through the whole cemetery.

Skeletal limbs and half-rotted flesh broke the soil and turf. She wished she’d never started. It had been a stupid idea to go out there all alone to test her powers.

Friday, October 28, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 65


Angels & Demons

There are two sides to my job. There are two sides to a lot of things. Occasionally, there’s also that grey in between place. And that’s where I live.

“You can’t work for both sides, Hera.”

I smirked, brushing back dark bangs and tilting my head so I could see her better. Her white wings twitched, feathers trembling in the breeze. She thought everything was clear cut. I’d like to clear cut her wings right off and see her bleed out, but even I knew that was a step too far.

Tuesday, October 25, 2011

A Chance Of Torrential Rain

I should start with some happy news because I haven’t given you any lately, have I? Well, the good news is that I finished the WIP. Next is the editing process, but right now my head is no way ready for that.

Over the past few days I’ve been made to feel even more confused and hurt and in bits than I already was. It’s like somebody else can’t make their mind up or anything and then I’m being asked to wait while he gets his head sorted out with professionals, which isn’t fair. It’s not fair to ask someone to wait for them when they’ve decided to be with someone else.

It just isn’t. And especially when you know how they feel about you. It’s stringing them along. It’s giving them hope for the longest time and then you’re probably going to take their whole world away anyway.

Sunday, October 23, 2011

Halloween Flash Fiction: Week 3

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Pack Of Lies

He covered his eyes with trembling paws. “I’m telling you, they don’t exist. They never have.”

His brother leaned closer, holding the torch below his chin. Light scarred his face with sharp shadows and harsh lines. “Well, they say we don’t exist. Who are you to say the gormagon doesn’t if we do?”

“That’s different,” Seth whimpered.

Saturday, October 22, 2011

Long Kiss Goodbye

I went out a few days ago. It started off as a good night. My friend got me drunk, trying to take my mind off things. I guess it didn’t work so well because I ended up balling my eyes out in public. I hate public shows like that.

I’m not even sure exactly how it started or where it came from. I haven’t been able to cry properly since it happened. I just don’t know how or what to do or how to feel or… anything.

I don’t understand.

Friday, October 21, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 64


Constant Sight

His mother leaned across the table, blood dribbling down her chin. She hissed at me, frothing and foaming, a mad look in her eye.

I swallowed down a hunk of pork. She’d been doing that all the way through dinner. It was best just to ignore her. It was best just to ignore them all.

I slipped a glance at him with his sad eyes and drooping mouth. He said nothing, stirring the food around his plate.

Sunday, October 16, 2011


I’m not sure who reads this any more. These glib entries of real life I paste within these ebony pages.

I feel sick to my stomach, but barely eating means there’s nothing to come up. I haven’t got an eating disorder. Maybe that would be easier to deal with than this.

This one time when I truly do want to give up on everything.

I told my mum that. I don’t think she quite understood it in the way I meant. I’m sure you probably have by now, dear reader. I guess I’m just so so tired of it all. I don’t think I can do it.

I just want to give up.

Saturday, October 15, 2011

Sunshine Of Your Love

Every now and again I like to post some of my poetry up here. It doesn’t always make sense so I ask you to understand of it whatever you will.

I hope you like these pieces. As always, they are pieces of me that I perhaps don’t voice as I should. Hopefully, they are more beautiful written down than they could ever truly be spoken out loud in hurried words.

[This poetry post started & finished circa 08/10/11 – 15/10/11]

Halloween Flash Fiction: Week 2

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Below Stairs

The cellar steps reached below into consuming chthonic darkness. The air cloisters in my lungs, musty and old like stale breath.

My feet tell me I should go back, but I don’t because they are no longer master.

The darkness calls a cypher to my brain that only I can understand. Human fear is weak in me. This body is too frail and this soul too lacklustre to support me any more. A replacement is due.

Tuesday, October 11, 2011

Pick Me Up Tape Me Together

There’s so much going through my head that I don’t know where to start and yet I have an almost eerie calm hanging over me. It’s like part of me is more sure than the rest.

I kind of like that feeling. It’s a weird sort of reassurance that I lost for a couple of years, but it’s back now. There are reasons why it disappeared for a few years. However, I won’t go into those right now. It’s enough for me that the calming notion is back and helping me to stay a little more chilled out despite stresses I feel.

I’ve been feeling stressed for about a week now.

Monday, October 10, 2011

#TuesdayTales: The Writer’s Cut


Usually I intersperse posts of fiction with those about my daily life. Today… that’s been cast out because it’s the extended edition of #TuesdayTales. This means that instead of the 100 word comments we’ve been leaving over on Glitter Word, today we leave the first 100 words of an 1000 word tale.

The above is the picture we base our stories around for today and the word prompt is Spectrum. For more details check out today’s starter post.

But this is my response….

Saturday, October 08, 2011

Halloween Flash Fiction: Week 1

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Murder Most Haunted

Right to left. It always started with the chalk screeching from right to left, slicing into the dusty blackness of the board. Annie edged away, watching words spill out in backwards, boustrophedonic waves.

They were angry words, words of tearing, killing. Torrid words of ill will and repressed desires.

Thursday, October 06, 2011

Flash Fiction No. 63


Lying In The Moonlight

There’s something I need to tell you…

The words burnt on the tip of my tongue but couldn’t come out. I watched him from across the room, thumbing the ring around my finger as he laughed and joked. The blonde had a predatory smile. Her hand caressed his raising the bile in my gut until he pulled away.

The nausea remained. It had been there all day.

Sunday, October 02, 2011

A Ghastly New Challenge

As you know, @LadyAntimony has taken to giving out new fiction challenges every month. As this is October, the month where the veil between the living and the dead is at its thinnest, she’s decided on a ghoulishly good challenge to keep us all on our toes.

In a similar vein to the lovely Stevie McCoy’s Tuesday Tales challenges, we have set words to fit into our challenge entries. But don’t think it’s just that simple! They will be creepy caricatures of four different ghastly beings. The first three beings are set, but the fourth is up for choice.

As if that couldn’t be hard enough, Lady A has cranked the word count down to a difficult 250 words.