The Urn That Took On Dust. A short story about loss and dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe. Part of Spookytober scary stories
Author: Jacob McCray
A short fall…
Quick note: This is a horror short. Sunday. Work on a Sunday was never going to be an enjoyable prospect, but another shouting match with the site foreman if the roof wasn’t ready for tiling tomorrow would have been more unbearable than anything that you could imagine. You’ve felt rushed all day, Mistakes to fix, … Continue reading A short fall…
That which reaches
Quick note: This is a horror short Night darkens my study once again. A crooked lamp of iron and fractured glass looms below the arch of my window and embers quietly against the clutch of night. It’s pole, wrenched to an angle by damage long past, allows the glow of this fragile will o’wisp to … Continue reading That which reaches
Balendup Tea Co
Founded in 1923, Balendup’s largest–and most hostilic–tea distributor was originally established by horticulturist George Tennish in hopes that an Australian Business Number would stop people stealing from his tea bushes, as Balendup council’s garden rose act still allowed the theft of plants and or flowers from a neighbour’s garden if that person(s) hath forgotten the birthday of their spouse(s). This … Continue reading Balendup Tea Co
Aya and Carrick Part 5: Back on the Wagon
Nights of kinship, so underscored by joyous laughter, will forever become inextricably tied to the memories of a fading youth; between these misspent nights of carousing and falling off of chairs, lies absence, a darkening void of long forgotten--or otherwise equally repressed--memory. Scattered fragments of horrific recall that wisp past the vision in hazed blur … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 5: Back on the Wagon
How do you like your tea
‘How do you like your tea?’A voice to my right wrung hollow within the otherwise solemn emptiness of the museum corridor.Neutral white walls washed into a wooden floor of dull grey, interlinking itself within jigsaw pattern and shifting focus to the abstract of colour and artistry adorning the art wing’s vaulted walls. Each neat rectangle … Continue reading How do you like your tea
To Fix a Fence
Separated by a fence line of horizon. Two neighbouring towns, devoid of landmark and postcode, both rested upon the edge of a dirt road so uninteresting that even most of the potholes hadn’t bothered to show up. Between these towns was a field of grass that had taken featurelessness to have been competitive; this field, … Continue reading To Fix a Fence
The Morning Vast and Unquiet
Two men stared ponderously at the schematic of their broken radio. Both, gravely unsure and too terrified to ask if the plans were upside down, scratched their heads and made considered hmm-like noises, while each hoping that the other may have a moment of epiphany so they could radio in for more milk.The sky was a … Continue reading The Morning Vast and Unquiet
The Killing of a Fox
Solemn eyes watched on as the Judge stepped into the churchyard and drew the iron gate closed behind him, eliciting a mournful howl as the ancient gate grated against the frost of this quiet winter morning.The sky was muted in greyness as though a blanket had been thrown across the entire heavens, a greyness that … Continue reading The Killing of a Fox
Balendup lawn dredging services
Yep, I remember back when this was all fields. Well, it’s still a field now but a few years back it was more field-ish, you know what I mean? The grass was greener back then, it had a certain windsweptedness about it that a better word would probably sum up really well. I don’t know, I’m … Continue reading Balendup lawn dredging services
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