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Happy New Year

Welcome to 2017, please fasten your seat belts and keep your tables in the upright position. We’re expecting heavy turbulence.

Happy New Year

Last Moments

“I’m sorry” he sobbed, voice jerking as it worked it’s way out around the tears. It wasn’t true, at least he wasn’t sorry that it had happened, although he may have been sorry to have upset me, if I was being generous. Or sorry that I might be angry, to […]

Last Moments

My Marvin

“It’s the youth of today, no respect. We used to respect our elders y’know, we looked after them. If you saw an old lady crossing the road or an old gent struggling with his bags you helped. Didn’t you Doreen?” Doreen nodded and sank her teeth into her slice of […]

My Marvin

Escaping Idaho

I’d been dead for five years by the time I decided to stick my head back above the edge of the shallow grave that was Boise, Idaho. Why I did it, I don’t know. Being dead had been good to me, far better than life ever had. My postmortem existence […]

Escaping Idaho

McCarrick Christmas Special

ET and Waco did mount up the sled shaking off cold and giving out dread in neon red camo they went out to ride with drinks in their hands and guns at their sides ‘Farewell’ cried the kiddies, their Ma and the rest ‘don’t come back deaded, our pride and […]

McCarrick Christmas Special

The Rhythm of Life

“We can’t stop here, this is Cat country!” It wasn’t the ideal line to hear from a bus driver, especially as he overshot my stop and picked up speed on an increasingly mad dash through Catford. I tightened my grip on the seat in ahead of me, getting a wary […]

The Rhythm of Life

Londonistan

When they tore down the Catford Cat it should have been a clue on the direction things were heading in. A ‘pagan effigy’ they called it and that was why they got away with it. Everyone knew it was part of some dark magic, they just didn’t talk about it […]

Londonistan

Agnes, Theresa and Others

Mr Blaine was still shaking, sweat dribbling down an unhealthily grey face before making a visible escape from his ends of his nose and chin. She hadn’t expected this much of him, to still be conscious for one but also to have thought to call her in and stay at […]

Agnes, Theresa and Others

The Dark Streets Below (Part 2)

Part 2 of a disjointed and eclectic series. You can find more from Dale & Steve here. — I am the weapon. I am the blade held at the throat of the barbarians. I need to live this fact, this simple truth, I need to shear away everything beyond it […]

The Dark Streets Below (Part 2)

The Ballad of Moscow Pete

Pete shed a lonely tear, not bothering to wipe it away. The last of them was gone, dead and burned up with a mixed fanfare of denunciations and praise. All those years devoted to the cause and what was left? Nothing. Just worn out memories and a long list of […]

The Ballad of Moscow Pete

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