Tag: Inheritance

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  • Are we at War?

    Excerpt from the Diary of Randal Shepherd Diary Entry Sunday 27th of September (early morning) Reading over my last entry, it is clear I had NO IDEA about just how average things were going to be down at Rick’s dockyards. I managed to review …

  • Don't Blink

    _As percieved by Marcus Fratelli - Toreador neonate_ The smell of glue and drying paint still hovers in the background amongst the pervading smell of sweat, flesh, sex and blood. Amongst the myriad of sensory input which collage the creature I have …

  • Methods of Inquiry

    12am – 3.25am Monday 28th September 2009 Having come through their ordeal bearing little more than ripped clothing, a small gash along Seb’s third rib and a strangely deformed bullet casing left clinging to the flesh above Seb’s sternum, the Scourge …

  • Insecurity

    Hands trembling as the doorbell rings. It’s Here! It’s Here! It’s Here! Toes squishing through sumptuous plush carpet, security bolt removed and door opened. Delivery man warily peering through my screen door haze. “ Maynard Crescent, Parafield Gardens …

  • Unwelcome Thoughts

    Unwelcome Thoughts _Oh goody, Seb has found me a stake. Just look at it, there is something perverse about it, with all its phallic wood grain length and sharp pointy end. It feels horrid in my hand, like holding a spider there is just something …

  • Where there is smoke...

    From the diary of Randal Shepherd, _8pm Tuesday 29th September 2009_ Intuition. Something I have relied upon all of my living and non-living life. I guess my peers may even say I am ‘gifted’ that way. Gifted or not, I have this feeling in my stomach …

  • Frayed Edges...

    Cool the touch, the broach is a deep pewter in colour. Intricate lines carved into the lower organic rhomboid shape are Celtic in styling, all interlocking lines and patterns. The upper half is shaped as some kind of wingless drake, it’s body made up of …

  • Biting the Hand that Feeds

    My world is briefly consumed by twisted metal and smoke. An unfamiliar sensation blossoms in my abdomen and left thigh, in the tiniest measurable moments between falling through the air and landing heavily on the concrete floor (where more of the as yet …