Quiet and indifferent, the crest of morning began to build with a lazy amble upon the horizon. The mud yellow of sunrise filtered across Balendup, illuminating the chaotic mess of a third story apartment and a ritual left abandoned. Blood, still damp on the kitchen table, stagnantly reflected a small sun dog onto a patch … Continue reading The Failed Cultist Part III
Author: Jacob McCray
The Failed Cultist Part II
‘How far down should I go?’ Marla thrust a shovel into the soil, her breaths hung visible the night air. It was Autumn and the wet leaf litter crunched noisily underfoot as she took pause, attempting to stamp some energy back into her legs. ‘I don’t know is 12ft a thing? Am I going to … Continue reading The Failed Cultist Part II
The Failed Cultist Part I
'Oh, hello!'And then there was nothing.Sounds continued as they ever did, but the finality of an ending never appeared. Nothing that radiated itself again and again.Feet trekked on cobbled streets, the wind played its melody through scattered leaves, millions of internal dialogs ran circles inside the minds of a still existing human race. ‘I was … Continue reading The Failed Cultist Part I
What is Peppermint?
What is peppermint tea? Peppermint tea says a lot about you as a person. It says “Hey this guy or gal is a rambunctious go getter and man they’re looking really swell today.” Unfortunately the psycofrequencial good vibes emitted by the, very encouraging, tea are at a polar dissonance to human brain patterns and can … Continue reading What is Peppermint?
Weight Of Weight
“Clocks move slower than time. It’s science, or at least something very science adjacent, surely. If only they’d fund the research.” The nebulous definition of “they” in which the bored thoughts flitted lackadaisical, were beginning to move onward toward what many male thoughts will do if given idleness. “If that man came at me … Continue reading Weight Of Weight
To Fix Somthing
“Please fix” said a note left taped to a gauge.Broken, but not the literal sense. Ten minutes into dead run the primary transformer blew and pissed oil into the sump well.Tired eyes, once so close to sleep, became glazed with the already half-expected prospect of another double-shift fixing transformer no.2. The windings needed a return, honestly … Continue reading To Fix Somthing
The Two Undertakers
While ambling down main street, not one month ago, I passed the local graveyard. Now I am in no way a morose person but the whims of the fickle caused me to take a stroll within.As I passed some beautifully constructed memorials my wanderings approached two Gravediggers toiling upon a fresh grave. One, A rather portly … Continue reading The Two Undertakers
Yawn, Breakfast
The sunrise falls with the familiar thud of a Tuesday morning. Bleeps of urgency, hidden amongst the repercussions of an anarchistic filing system, leave three dreams short of enough sleep to collect their fragments and give consciousness a try.The “merrily” chirping alarm, continues to go about its job with such a professional aplomb that it … Continue reading Yawn, Breakfast
The Battle Of Balendup Creek 1925
A small collection of mourners gathered, during the early hours of Tuesday morning, in silent vigil to remember the largely unknown skirmish that took place near a small creek bed in the Belandup local park.The creek (Unnamed) is a quaint rivulet, leading to a duck pond, and has historically made the short walk to Belandup … Continue reading The Battle Of Balendup Creek 1925
Good Weather For Digging
A grey day, Grey in two states. Moods of the overcast stillness, that often ebbs into a clouded sunday, leaves a brooding wind to make the summer temperature all the more noticeable. This greyness is passing, it holds you to bed for that extra hour, it makes distance just slightly further away and the effort … Continue reading Good Weather For Digging
Sunday Short Stories 