They call me Cloth!

Crisscrossed and tumbling over itself, the mostly sentient bulk lumbered its way through a wall and into the sewer canal. A mass of ambulatory garbage, bulging with the assorted detritus of much that was unmentionable, tracked a smear of someting gastly behind its form as it slid across the brickwork.One single thought drifted through the … Continue reading They call me Cloth! →

Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge

A neat row of bottles stood proudly on their display shelf behind the bar of Dorrily river tavern.Locals who gossip in forever rounding circles of weather and fading memories, invariably wander towards the realm of drunken speculation as the night grows tired. What was the actual difference between a king’s pint and a double half-pint, … Continue reading Up Round at the Tavern by the River’s Edge →

The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant

Left corner just by the fridge: the aspidistra sits quietly, an undying phoenix of pot plant regalia and evergreen staple of apartment decor; this plant, though never truly blending into its position, has been shuffled across the many diffrent corners, of hundres of apartments, more frequently than a game of chess played with only one … Continue reading The migatory habbits of the housebound pot plant →

The Last of the Mornings

Station 60. The road reaches [REDACTED]...…‘Well the raido’s dead.’ Knocking the input microphone against its transmitter, Mason frowned as his pugilistic methods of fault finding had failed to make good whatever problem was bricking the station radio. ‘What do you reckon R922 ERR is?’ he said, placing the microphone down and giving the isolation transformer … Continue reading The Last of the Mornings →

To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary

‘What should we drink too?’ ‘Well how about we drink to the continued memory of your existence and how it burdens us to this very day’ Uncorking a bottle that was either vodka or formaldehyde–the labeling system of the mortuary was admittedly poor–Regan took a cautionary swig from the bottle: employing the scientific method of … Continue reading To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary →

Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone

Steel clattered upon brass as a symphonic gale of wind swept across the battlefield and brought stillness to the clearing. Armour whistling with resonance Mikhael the Tuba knight removed his bell helmet and wiped the dirt and from his bleary eyes. An arrow, deeply embedded into his shoulder, caused his movements to be wrapped within … Continue reading Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone →

A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee

‘So when do you belive the hallucinations began Jack? Actually, when do you think that they stopped?’ the doctor asked, a pencil line of frowning lips adding yet another crease to his already crumpled face. Interlocking his fingers and leaning forward, the elderly doctor tutted under his breath and gave a long considerative blink while … Continue reading A dreary pine copse, I walk so lightly through thee →

Morning’s melody

‘Controller to station 32, come in 32’ Control repeated the radio call another time in hopes that 32 would pick up. He never did. Sitting on the roof, and distantly staring at the lazy cloud mass drifting overhead, the operator of station 32 had heard the call but wasn’t planning on responding anytime soon.It was … Continue reading Morning’s melody →

Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern

Woodbrush tavern, a welcome respite tucked away somewhere along the scattered trails of the greater Firwood. The tavern, in some legends, is said to be a mythical bed and breakfast that will appear to many lost travellers in their greatest moments of need, these same legend tellers have also been accused of being unnecessarily melodramatic and … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern →