Asphyxiation       He is sitting in a small study, facing a window that stares out over terracotta rooftops to the foliage beyond, which even now is sliding into the chaotic dilapidation of autumn. Lost, somewhere amongst the unmapped mountain ranges of his mind, occasionally he stumbles on a single thought that […]

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The Thespian I have outlived my time. Born to a life of tinkering, I have been forced against my will to live into an age when the concept of repair has become alien. To your generation the mere thought of mending a domestic appliance is laughable. Yours is the age of the disposable, the throwaway. […]

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  The March of The Darkness Bearers     When the world enters its Netherdeath, silence will seep from the fissures of Edenspring to pool like venous blood from an odious battle wound.   Then will come the Darkness Bearers.   They will march from the land that some call ‘East,’ whereof the Fathers write […]

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                                     There’s a full moon tonight, and a sky full of stars, but they’re hidden behind a dense bank of cloud that smothers the light like a fire blanket thrown over a blaze. He’s waited close to the Drop Point, concealed behind a tree since before eleven p.m. with nothing to read but the Flight […]

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  The deal was quite a simple one really. Charles – that’s my sister Marcie’s husband – believes in ghosts and I don’t. At least I didn’t. He’s got money and I haven’t, so when he challenged me to put my beliefs to the test with the offer of a big fat payoff, I wasn’t […]

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Christmas Day 3.57pm   Marylebone Station is looking post-apocalyptic. No one around; the wind whipping sheets of newspaper and drink cartons in and out of the corners. Even the junkies and the winos are sleeping somewhere better than this. I can hardly blame them, with the snow falling steadily since before noon. God only knows […]

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It’s over. Summer, I mean.  But so is the relationship that we have known, and life is never going to be the same again.  They tell me I’m clever with words, so I’m using my words now to try to express how I feel about your going.  How many different ways are there to say […]

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“What do you crave most at this moment?” I ask, my voice barely audible in the falling twilight. The Returner stands before me, dishevelled, weary. His long grey beard is unkempt, his hands are callused from a lifetime of physical labour. He looks at me momentarily, considering his answer carefully.  “Power,” he replies, making no […]

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August 5th, 5.00 am I hold myself in that delicious state between sleep and wakefulness. With eyes closed I look around the room. I need no sight to see the silhouettes of familiar furniture, expectant and soulless. I am aware again of the sensation of deep relaxation spread throughout my body, which shortly will flee […]

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