Night Walk

It was night. It could have been any time of day really but as the shyness of the moon hung over the two smokestacks upon the edge of town, now ceased in their billowing rumble, it could only have been night.A small patch of a walkway circled its way up the hill close to my … Continue reading Night Walk →

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 →

i zoí eínai ómorfi

(Life is Beautiful) Do you remember when we would stand upon the roof in the heat of summer and talk of nonsense plans that we would one day unravel upon the city below? Grand ideas of business and thievery that would drown us in money and give our grandchildren riches that they could never deserve.An … Continue reading i zoí eínai ómorfi →

Stairs for Silos

‘These stairs are going to be the death of me today’, said Martin as his mind and body unified toward the idea of a ten minute break.Part-way through an explorative stretch the old labourer began to cough in pain as he reached upward and tried to twist some of the stiffness out from his lower … Continue reading Stairs for Silos →

Breakfast in the park

A windy day of nothing to do. The overcast pall of sunrise had congealed itself upon morning’s doorstep and now weakly began to illuminate the lower-lying clouds that stuck to the horizon’s edge like porridge clinging to a kitchen sink.Dissatisfied with stillness, the wind exhumed a stagnant patch of air and flung and it carelessly … Continue reading Breakfast in the park →

Bandelup v Dundelong: A Cricket Match

The following is a recording of the 1982 test match between the Balendup cricket club and the Old Dundelong rams. It has been reproduced with the tireless work of several archivists and is today presented in full and without further context.You’re listening to Balendup 1642AM. Balendup XI: Matt Hollow -Batsman Alan Hollow -Batsman © Michael … Continue reading Bandelup v Dundelong: A Cricket Match →

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 →

The Urn That Took on Dust

The Urn That Took On Dust. A short story about loss and dedicated to Edgar Allan Poe. Part of Spookytober scary stories

That which reaches

Quick note: This is a horror short Night darkens my study once again. A crooked lamp of iron and fractured glass looms below the arch of my window and embers quietly against the clutch of night. It’s pole, wrenched to an angle by damage long past, allows the glow of this fragile will o’wisp to … Continue reading That which reaches →