The Vampire Beatle

Just a quick note that this contains elements of horror. Ringo Starr is a vampire. I know it sounds crazy, I've gone half-mad just trying to accept It myself, but I saw him last night, I saw him in the pale light of moonless sky, and I believe he was a vampire. I should start … Continue reading The Vampire Beatle →

A New Day

The tiles were cold. In the flicker of straying sunlight, the faint outline of a shirt, half-hung from the open washing machine, appeared to be alike some kind of misshapen beast crawling its way back from the abyss. It was pallid creature of crumpled skin and flannel texture, a voiceless horror without hand nor face: … Continue reading A New Day →

Thoughts of a Pigeon

Thoughts of pigeon, whilst perched upon pipe and enlightened by gas leak. Time was important. Well, as a segment of general relativity, time is often considered to be important; It is, depending on the perspective, a metaphysical anchor of progressive conscious that science hopes to be used in measurement of a day: thus, keeping clock … Continue reading Thoughts of a Pigeon →

Following Through a Crowd pt.2

They were following me... I had seen them, watching me from the café, their hollow eyes like knives both silent and patient, they had regarded me for no more than a second, but it was a look that held the weight of an anvil within its intent. The shopping centre was cold, it was nearly … Continue reading Following Through a Crowd pt.2 →

Following through a crowd pt.1

I hate crowds and it is the Christmas rush that brings out the worst in them.People forget how to walk, they stand in the middle of an aisle gawking at their phones or staring vacantly into some over-tinseled display; It's a wall of calendars not an art gallery, grab the first one you see and … Continue reading Following through a crowd pt.1 →

Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer

'Did you know that a beer bottle fits perfectly inside an empty can of snow-peas?' 'What are you on about?' Claire replied, vocally severing the prefix off of the word nonplussed and tossing the lexical fragment into a bin, 'Please don't tell me this is how you spent the day, Martin, you were supposed to … Continue reading Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer →

Mad Men Making Progress II

'You see, my previous assistant was the type of fellow who was adjacently smart,' mumbled Dr Bertram Everbridge in a distracted gesture to the otherwise empty air around him. Turning with a lockstep of militant precision, the crazed scientist began to pace along his favourite walking rut all the while rambling about old bits of … Continue reading Mad Men Making Progress II →

A Crossroads

An old man sat alone at a crossroad and pondered existence. The day was long and in seeing the sun begin its retreat beyond the horizon's low clouds the old man knew that he would no longer make it home. He had walked this road many times in his life, growing as he travelled and … Continue reading A Crossroads →

A Song of Rain

The rain softly falls upon ancient bricks and day takes on a melody rarely seen within these Eastern Steeps. A pattern of droplets tentatively fall to the ground and paint a portrait of spots across the small courtyard, slowly giving life to the canvas of moss and ancient brickwork that has rested untouched for time … Continue reading A Song of Rain →

It’s Hard To Take a Wrong Turn On a Ladder

'Where'd you go Nigel?' Harlow yelled out while looking out toward the infinitely spiralling network of ladders that encompassed her newly designed A8-2340 grain silo. Tense with apprehension, she had been waiting for nervously for the test graining process of her new silo and was worried about how explosive it would be when compared to … Continue reading It’s Hard To Take a Wrong Turn On a Ladder →