A Note on My Fridge IV

Spirits of treachery, place down your lance and stab me not with your dispersions!Vile castigations cast with wyvern talon and ruinous slander shall be levelled not at me, but at the very roots of my familial line that affixes me to the ground.We are out of milk AGAIN! My cereal must be dry again. Barren … Continue reading A Note on My Fridge IV →

A Note Left on My Fridge III

Hark!Hark, I wailsome-ly call to the heavens and hells of mighty horsemen bounding toward apocilypta! Hark, I call out so loudly that seraph above become unseated from their cloud and scatter halo, serif marks and dainty wings across the landscape below, falling to the vortex of your abandon. Why must this house of fragility be … Continue reading A Note Left on My Fridge III →

A Note Found On My Fridge II

‘Thy currish ways have infected our apartment with the misaima of true melan-cholera once again!’ claimed the note left on the fridge door. Three exclamation marks, drawn each with a bolder inflection of pen stroke, were heavily punctuated and underlined with a scrawl of red ink. ‘Be you a beast? A Demon from the twisted hells? … Continue reading A Note Found On My Fridge II →

A Note Left On My Fridge.

‘Hark’ the vile creature spat through yellowed teeth, treachery dripped in steady trickle from his asinine tongue. ‘We're out of milk’ he cried, ‘we're out of milk’ he lied. But I knew of his stash, swaddled in deception and hidden within a tomato sauce bottle near the back of the fridge. The contents of … Continue reading A Note Left On My Fridge. →