THE GARGOYLE'S DISPLEASURE

Kringlefinger stirred the enormous cauldron of Christmas soup with his massive spoon. Even for an elf he was so short and crooked he had to ...

After the place was abandoned in the Nineties, the flame went out at Saltersgate Inn.  It was a bad omen on the moors. Long had it been said...

Palindrome was an unusual citadel. Constant in most factors, it was noticeably unusual in one respect. Every newborn had to have a name that...

It fills you up with gas. The slow processing, the whims of decay. It's testament the pursuance of glorious slop. How can we stand or st...

The death of men has a new Mother. Their souls' opening changing them like birth. When will her hands prize open my own shucked brain, R...

Norman Winter lived a secluded Yorkshire life.  He liked it that way. In fact it was fair to say that he lived a life apart, wholly separate...

Slowly men fell. Cut deep, He sleeps in their fissures. Where is our Hell when Heaven's lost all sense of itself? Gently, woodlice drum ...

It was the year of our lord 1697. Wild beasts stalked the fields but knew better than to raid the crops of Bloat. Bloat was an oasis of peac...

Bledbottles is a typical village. Nothing special. Nothing new. Well apart from the new village sign which had been erected on the boundary,...

It was a glorious late summer's day that day. The far corona blessed the World in orange heat and we skipped in its fabulous promise. It...

Drowning. Falling. Stroked. Swallowed by the world. A miasma. A dreg. Bitten in two. One half dead. The other shit-thick like a dry fuck. I ...