THE GARGOYLE'S DISPLEASURE

Bayliss stewed in the gloom like gristle in gravy.  It was getting increasingly worse, his guilt. His terrible cloying guilt. Ever since the...

Bip Yasser was the foremost palmologist in the Victorian world.  He had read the palms of the rich and poor alike, always capturing the very...

Gimme yer fuckin' water twatface! Krale stared at the hydro-mugger, known as dro's in the metropole, and shook his head. Didn't ...

The cesarian went well until they left her wide open.  The midwife spoke to the orderly. Here. Take it downstairs. Quickly. Pat Stran came t...

It was as dark as the dead of night in the old studio's basement. A thick miasma of dust and dander filled it like a London smog. How th...

 Vic was a young horror nut. It was 1965 and whilst other kids were fawning over the Beatles he was fixated with monsters. Monsters of any k...

 I'm afraid your time is at hand. This is what Cecile said to her cruel foster parents. She was three years old. Minutes later they were...

 The hole in the hedge appeared one night. I noticed it as I was taking the kitchen compost to the garden heap. It was a rough hole, about t...

Darcy had found the shell a year earlier on the shore of her home, The Calico, a windswept, salt-washed fisher cottage emerging from the dun...