Alarms. Lots of alarms. The computers had all gone down about 15 minutes earlier, and since then the alarms had been sounding non-stop. It was really starting to annoy Monica. She was good at fixing computers, real good, but it's hard to concentrate with so … Continue reading Ghosts (I’m not quite sure where I want to go with this yet)
Category: Fiction
A typical bus ride.
God, she was an ugly bitch. Not the sort of ugly you'd notice from a distance, the sort of ugly that you can only perceive when you are close enough to see their soul. She worked in one of those up-themselves lingerie shops that would … Continue reading A typical bus ride.
Something…
The rain was falling like watery bullets onto the flesh of the concrete sidewalk. I had been conscious for a few hours, dragging myself from my alcohol induced torpor at roughly 10 AM, 2 hours after my alarm clock began ringing. I hadn't bothered to … Continue reading Something…
House Hunting – 2
'Would you like to see the kitchen?' The slimy estate-cretin asked happily. James nodded slowly, although a deep feeling of trepidation was starting to well in the pit of his stomach. The estate-cretin had already proved himself to be an utter bastard with the 'burglar … Continue reading House Hunting – 2
House Hunting – 1
The estate agent opened the door and politely pushed James into the house. It was an interesting mix of modern decor and rustic charm, it had a TV and extensive mould covering the flaky, cracked walls. James had expected this, of course, it was the … Continue reading House Hunting – 1
The Ballad of Croggley Steinfast
Croggley Steinfast, Reverend of the Church of St. Judy of the Immaculate Complexion, was sat with his hair soaking in the font. This was a daily routine for him, and a much more efficient way, he seemed to think, of sanctifying the water. Besides, the … Continue reading The Ballad of Croggley Steinfast
Hubris McLeod – Part 6
The, now rather dishevelled, agent helped me out of what was left of Carly's house and collapsed on the grass. I tried to catch myself from falling, stupidly putting weight on my injured foot. This little misadventure resulted in me twirling my way onto the … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 6
Hubris McLeod – Part 5
It was cold to the touch, very cold. Suddenly I found myself struck with a sensation, not entirely unlike a brain-freeze, shooting up my arm. I glanced around the room and, to my horror, saw what appeared to be a creeping frost encase the world … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 5
Hubris McLeod – Part 4
It took me longer than I'd expected to get back to Carly's house, not least because I tripped into a puddle on the way there. When I did finally squish my way up to her front door I was surprised to find it wide open. … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 4
Hubris McLeod – Part 3
I'd stumbled upon the NBUO quite early on in my career as a civil servant. I spent years checking a continuous stream of expense reports from numerous minor departments, and the only ones that stood out were those filed by NBUO. Their expenses were uniquely … Continue reading Hubris McLeod – Part 3
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