Mese: luglio 2018

Home Invasion

Home Invasion

I should have known it was going to be a bad day. There were signs. For one thing, it was a Tuesday. Nothing remotely good has ever happened on a Tuesday, ever. That’s a fact. Try holding an election on a Tuesday, see where that takes you. Tuesdays are a terrible idea. And I should …

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The Mountain

The Mountain

What would you do if they told you you could be cured, really cured of the ailment that plagued you throughout your whole life? I expect you would do anything you had to do, to take that opportunity. And so did I. I did fear the scorn of others when I first declared that I …

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Satan’s guide to demonic possession

Satan’s guide to demonic possession

Satan was depressed. It had taken a long time for Him to admit to it, not to mention a number of consultations with historically renowned specialists – which He had had expressly and discretely brought up from the circle of hell in which therapists spend eternity. By the time He got through His last session …

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A Song of Hunger

A Song of Hunger

Whatever you might say about me, inconsistence has always been one of my most prized virtues. And this is another blurb, by the way. Or possibly just another me-talking-to-you bit. This is rather enjoyable, isn’t it? Anyway, I felt I needed to introduce this post, partly because I have not posted in quite a while- but since …

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Four dialogues that happened and one that didn’t

Four dialogues that happened and one that didn’t

WARNING: I have been told that my stories should come with warnings and, while I don’t agree – as I believe the About section and the title of the blog itself should be warning enough, for those who are squeamish or not particularly attracted to the gothic and the grotesque, to give me and my silly divertissements a …

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The Monarch

The Monarch

“Here” the Monarch wheezed, struggling to find a comfortable position “This is the right spot.” “The right spot for what, sir?” his heir asked, trembling. “This is where I am going to die. The light is just right. I want to feel the breeze over this old skin one last time.” Please follow and like …

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Measuring time

Measuring time

One thing I can remember is that I went for a ride. I like cycling. Strike that, I adore cycling, it makes for the best part of my day and it’s been like this since I can remember. That’s just an expression, you must understand: it’s not like I was cycling before I could walk …

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The war on terror knows no martyrs

The war on terror knows no martyrs

Scott Hafier’s face was weary as he stepped into the bare room. He looked dejected, his shoulders were slack and there was something about his general demeanour and unkempt hair that spoke of a few sleepless nights. He retched slightly at the stench and blinked, standing in the doorway for a few seconds to allow …

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