Once Upon A Time…

Just who do you turn to if you truly suspect that the country that you live in is being secretly taken over by Nazis? The answer, as I found out, was nobody. In the real world, the one that professed to exist outside the ward, few would pay much attention to such a claim. What... Continue Reading →

Aint afraid of no ghost…

From Lovely, Dark and Deep The sleep that arrived was grudging, it didn’t want to cede ground or pave the way into a satisfying respite from the happenings that swirled around me. The memory of pain and the absolute exhaustion was mixed with the apprehension of my dark-hour journeys to come. And then there was... Continue Reading →

Dark and Deep…

I had never thought of him as being a talker, all those centuries alone in the woods would have made talking a redundant function. He may have talked to himself but that may have been a little risky in such a dark place. I was coming around to the understanding that these woods were the... Continue Reading →

Just my imagination…

“You left him in the woods. He is alone now. You have to find him.” There was one very obvious question, but I could not ask it. I could not ask anything because as soon as she had arrived, she was gone. The light was gone. My room was gone. The safety of my bed... Continue Reading →

Date of Death?

I took the offering and emptied the capsules into my expectant mouth. They tasted sweet and I immediately gained a taste for them. Without realising how I had managed it, I found myself sitting upright at the edge of the bed with my feet dangling into an eternity of emptiness below. “We could jump or... Continue Reading →

Breaking Out….

The pain in my right leg had been growing for some days. I had been at home for two full weeks and the nightmare of the ward had begun to fade. I did not dream. I was taking the drugs that my guru had prescribed. My wife was my nurse and she woke up in... Continue Reading →

Semantics…

1. It was the old woman again who calls herself Cynthia. It’s probably not her real name and I think that a lot of the stories she tells are perhaps only loosely based on fact. She probably looked quite good in her heyday. You can tell that with some people; bone structure. Booze is like... Continue Reading →

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