The Bagpipe

I get rudely awoken by my blower, every bloody morning he does this you know. Opens my roof, letting the bright morning sunlight in, my holes squinting from the bright rays. He swoops down and grabs me up, I am all floppy from the sleepiness (he never gives me time to wake up so what... Continue Reading →

The Redhead

So, I don’t need to introduce myself by now do I? You all know me and what I do, right? You’ve read ‘First Thoughts’ and ‘Snooker Hall’ to understand my mindset: I am a 50% killer! And by that I mean I kill 50% of the population, ‘men’ to spell it out for you. The... Continue Reading →

The Picture in the Attic: PART 1 of 3

This place is black, completely void of light; silent, damp and cold. An area where your eyes pulsate trying to grasp onto images for deciphering, onto any object which could give you clues as to where you are. The darkness engulfs this chamber with enthusiasm, the room embraces it, enjoys it even, along with the... Continue Reading →

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