Sunday, September 19, 2021
    Tags Prose

    Tag: prose


    Something crawls up my throat, more bitter than honey.

    “Everywhere else, death is an end. Death comes, and they draw...

    Death comes, and they draw the curtains – Not in Spain. In Spain they open them.

    Eve’s Laugh

    Humour me with golden words...

    Stalked by a bear at high table

    perhaps next time i will kill the bear

    Moloch 1

    'Scream me into the void. I would like to be screamed into the void. Please.'

    A Worm on What If

    "A delicate chain bobs around his neck (his neck being the whole length of his body, which is just one long neck really); he bought it after watching Normal Worms. Maybe if he looked like worm-Connell, he imagines, things would have been different. Maybe worm-Sharon wouldn’t have left him for worm-Darren."

    A Vision of Autumn

    "It was uncommonly sultry and dark when I arrived at the Winchester water meadows. The scene was a near stereotype, and it reminded me of those decrepit - far too embellished - landscapes you see in many royal palaces."

    “It’s as though I’m being watched”

    Cressida Peever’s mystery explores the eery blankness of receiving anonymous postcards