An Inn Called Copperpot

He was a cliff. The rough side of a shale mountain stood impassively behind the bar moving as a human might and frowning as if embodied by the chiselled caricature of true stoicism. As proprietor of the quaintly simple Copperpot Inn, the unblinkingly dead-faced gaze of Errol Grangly stood like a silo stack over a … Continue reading An Inn Called Copperpot →

The Balendup Tributary

Article taken from the Balendup Tributary, dated March 10th, 1986. Avian Falls Foul of New Hospital Wing "Salt the earth and may you water the daisies that sprout below my headstone." Were the final words of Mayor Barlow Avian as he attended the opening of the newly renovated Balendup hospital today, becoming not only the … Continue reading The Balendup Tributary →

Pieces of Equipment

'If this works, I will send you the equipment back straight away. If it doesn't, you'll get the pieces.' That's what every scientist said as they scrawled their name onto the rental lease with their stolen biro, 'Hope to have it back to you soon.' Holding a notably fragile 1986 resonance spectrometer under their arm, … Continue reading Pieces of Equipment →

Bin Day

'Don't get up, it's Bin Day.' The rattling call of the garbage truck could always be heard some thirty minutes before it swung round onto Ardent St and parked in front of my doorstep. Acute heading and a troublesome back had lent me to the unfortunate rousing of a light-sleeper, and in the forthcoming line … Continue reading Bin Day →

A Letter for the Accountant

'There are very few people on this earth that I would describe as being a mould,' Joseph tutted, removing his glasses, and hunching over his desk with the applied gravity of remembering an unpleasant smell, 'A limpid sort of fellow, quite able to stagnate the air around him. Is fester too harsh a word? Don't … Continue reading A Letter for the Accountant →

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 →