Ghost II

‘I refuse to be worn as a codpiece again’ barked the talking skull, as it was picked up and inspected by Blake, a first time ghost and up until very recently fully alive farmhand.‘Oi, put me down or I’ll have one of your thumbs,’ snapped the skull in hopeful chomps, ‘I was happy on that … Continue reading Ghost II →

Breakfast for the Empty Pantry

I stood underneath the yellowed glow of the oven light that radiated from the central well of my kitchen cabinetry, a door left ajar and its inside housing the only light globe in my kitchen that hadn’t burnt out.Plight, it seemed, was to be my enviable decor. A stark kitchen, devoid of both plate and … Continue reading Breakfast for the Empty Pantry →

A Posion so Vile

‘Bring me the god slayer’ Althu-urk bellowed. Sweeping his crooked fingers downward in a scything slash, the Demon-wizard of the quantic steppe cut through the plume of noxious green haze that billowed from the dread-cauldron before him and caught an unexpecting underling across the back of its head.Drawing himself up to his imposing full height, … Continue reading A Posion so Vile →

Holes, About Six Feet

‘Say we bury it?’ the old gravedigger rasped as his cigarette stained breath eked itself from his lungs and visibly fowled the surrounding air with an emphysemic wheeze, ‘I know a good place.’ The grey sun was setting upon the horizon with a tangible ambivalence toward yet another Tuesday–nothing good seemed to happen on a … Continue reading Holes, About Six Feet →

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 →

Ghost

Feeling a distant pang of confusion nestle itself alongside the light breeze that was wafting through his chest, Blake, a young farmhand, held aloft the rather loudly humming shortsword much in the same way a person might wield a wet rat.It was a blade of beautiful simplicity, well balanced and clearly made by master’s hand. … Continue reading Ghost →