My first entry in the third of four of my fan fiction series following the Doctor and several companions on a uniquely original adventure I devised. You can read the first two of the series here : The Case of the Prime Machine and Red Right Hand -- Prologue - Death Among Thieves Elvam Tamblor … Continue reading Doctor Who: Priests of Paradox – Prologue
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Day Forty – Sword and Shield
Back when it mattered, back when corporations could still lie to your face and politicians weren't the subservient eunuchs they've thankfully become, there was a bit of copypasta making the rounds that really drove home what advocates of gun control had been trying to get across to the rest of the world. It went something … Continue reading Day Forty – Sword and Shield
Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
"And if any man shall take away from the words of the book of this prophecy, God shall take away his part out of the book of life, and out of the holy city, and from the things which are written in this book." - Book of Revelation On Thursdays, Gil Chambers left his place … Continue reading Day Thirty-Nine – Damnatio Memoriae
Vampire Workday
The bloke's name was Cortena, or something. A handful in the cage, a cheap suck, my afternoon tickle. He had ratty, brown hair and a beard that looked like something dead and wild was trying to eat his face. Third of a group of four that walked into the coffee-fuck shop that morning, and I … Continue reading Vampire Workday
God Has a Monster Face
Attend. Captain Yazoshea, on his daily whirlwind tour through the ratty shoebox drugstore under his bunk, finds a placid serenity in the embrace of the umbilical duty of mankind on the frontier. His fingers bleed from razor molestation - a side effect, perhaps intentional, of the routine rummage. He finds, without looking, a wooden child's … Continue reading God Has a Monster Face
Enter the Ampersand
Ludwig took the short route down the toilet. With his pants around his ankles and holding the stump of his left arm, he took a long dive through the vines and into yesterday's paper. "He's a dirtbag, a commie, a shite," she says - she being her, the one, the all, the wretch. Ludwig took … Continue reading Enter the Ampersand
Things You Thought You Knew
Attention. Jasmine wasn't listening. While you were plugging insanity to the room, this tart galloped to T. Ragsdale's hippie barbeque fest down the hall. That's it - play with the fringe of last year jeans that you haven't washed in weeks. Look down into the red plastic cup and pretend the gnat drowning is not … Continue reading Things You Thought You Knew
