Merton sobbed. Great. Whacking. Heart sucking, lung destroying sobs. He curled inwards on himself, his arms wrapped around his shins. He sobbed - and then choked out a loud, blubbery: "What the absolute livery fuck?" The space surrounding the transparent cocoon of life sustaining dragon-shifted cells that sheathed his naked, goo-slick body was filled with...
A harsh wind blew down out of the Sierra Madre's, carrying with it tiny bits of rock and dust that stung exposed skin and wore away rocks. The sun beat down relentlessly on the valley floor, raising the temperature to the point that nothing moved in the heat of the day unless it was a dire emergency. A gray wolf lay in her den under the natural overhand cre...
Ana was a cold, hard bitch. With a scar that danced its way up from her pouty lips to her deep-set, azure eyes, she had long, ratty black hair, and genocide-thin curves. Yet despite her comely shortcomings—which Flower personally found rather attractive—the way she slaughtered was poetic. By Uzi, arrow, or a well-placed Herpes Cluster-Bomb, Ana never misse...
Chapter 34 Over the next few months the crater settled into a routine. Through they're new found friendship with the Maasi, the Gurkhas were able to barter for goats, and soon had a herd of twenty... goat milk and flesh being a favourite of the Gurkha diet. Susan along with Martin and Jill visited the Maasi to tend to the sick and to check their cattle....
The heavy wooden doors of the inner cloister boomed as a ram struck them, and their brass hinges rattled in the stone frame. Laramis sat gripping the arms of her throne, which sprang from a high stone dais at the back of the room. She was a vision: masses of beautiful black ringlets fell about her porcelain face and shoulder, spilling down her strong, ivory...
Chapter Twenty-Six That evening, James was resting, watching the news channel when Carolyn and John walked through the door. He felt more himself, his bruising fading fast. After giving James an injection which would hopefully kill off the tardigrades, they sat together to discuss what had happened and what would be their next move. "How much of the vaccin...
THREE SISTERS Chapter 3 We slept like the dead. I did, at least. When I awoke, it was near dusk. - "I kept watch, Daddy." whispered little Guenna. Every part of my body clamoured for attention. My arms and legs ached; my chest, ribs and stomach were so badly hurt that I could hardly breathe - much less move. My mangled fingers and gouged-out eye socket th...
JOB DESCRIPTIONS Hi there, my name is Igor Stiffpounder, and I'm a diener. No, make that a senior assistant diener. I was promoted last month. In other words, I work with the dead. However, most of my deceased helpmates just lollygag around and are of no help whatsoever. Sometimes I almost feel as though I'm working solo. That's one of the reasons I've go...
CHAPTER 1 Dick coughed and spat a disgusting blob of greenish mucus, missing my boot by a bare inch. "This is it, pardner!" I was stunned beyond words. My eyes searched the old, rotting house standing in front of me. Window shutters, once obviously night sky blue now faded, were hanging off as if the place itself had just been beaten by a hurricane. The si...
AUTHOR'S NOTE: The island of Kerrera IS a real place and if you ever find yourself on Scotland's west coast near Oban, I'd recommend it for a peaceful day out. Small but perfectly formed. All you need to take is a picnic, walking boots and a camera. . . . Edinburgh, August 2021 ... "COME BACK HERE YE WEE SHITE!" Ruaridh weaved nimbly in and out of the c...