Blodoni – Prologue


The dark surrounded the campfire as three silent figures ate their meal, a foreboding sense of doom filling the air mixed with the stench of the smoke.

“I don’t like it” one of the figures broke the silence, he took a deep swig from the doeskin container “I don’t like it one bit”. He stood up and looked at the other two who were still sitting.

“Quieten down Bavaal! you want them to hear us?” a snarling voice behind a cowl, the shadow of this ones face shown the delicate face of a woman but a scar from her chin to her neck “Sit down you fool!”

“I’ll quieten down when I kill that bastard Crag, Rhytal and not one minute before” he shot back at her. Immediately a spark flew from the third quiet person and the spark made the great man slump to the ground, silently snoring now.

Rhytal smiled menacingly and turned to the figure “Thanks my zelka, he has been intolerable!”

They nodded at each other.

The figure pulled towards Rhytal and with piercing gold eyes said softly and silently.

“Nom mervai severni o Cutrtha ” The fire reflecting and dancing as if alive in his pupils.

Rhytal smiled “Yes, indeed Pupilo he should be asleep but not in death, we need him for the time being…” her words dragged off as there was a snapping of twigs to the side, instantly the two rose. Rhytal gave a hard kick to Bavaal who woke up coughing and spluttering.

“Why the fuck did you do that?” he shouted.

“Shhhhh you fool, theyre here!” The woman gave him another kick to make sure he understood.

Bavaal turned to face the darkness his sword drawn like the other two. Voices surrounded them. “Who?” exasperated.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated from all directions “we gonna kill you”

“Cravos Otheos” Pupilo muttered as the magic in his hands pulsed and vibrated waiting for the right moment.

Rhytal swung her sword into the pitch black, catching nothing, Bavaal felt something tug his boot. His arm tingled with fear, these wernt ordinary creatures.

“Shouldn’t have come” the voices repeated “you will die”.

“Magillo!” Pupilo yelled loudly, instantly a bright dome blew up and surrounded the three of them. Bavaal looked through the blue light and could see the creatures, there were 12 of them with the reddest eyes. Half human and half snake creatures baring their fangs, hissing and smiling. They slithered here and there trying to break the magic dome, their claws raking the dome, testing it.

Pupilo looked on without fear, the dome would hold forever against these beasts. They retreated back to the darkness out of view from the blue light. Rhytal put her sword away and looked at Baaval.

“What in the name of Bagorn are they?” he was visably shaken by the sight of these creatures.

“Why! don’t you know? We are in the middle of Morgovia, surely even the great knight Baaval knows what they are” Rhytal laughed at the scared mountain of a man. “Oh put your sword away, we are protected” she sat down with a plump, he was still standing. He annoyed her, just the sight of the oaf irritated her.

She swung her leg fast and before he knew it he was on the ground.

He looked up at her angrily, shook the dust of his armour.

“Just answer the damn question wench” his blood boiling,

“Blodoni” Pupilo answered for her still he was staring out in the darkness.

Baaval exchanged a confused look still.

“And what pray fuck is Blodoni?” Baaval looked from him to Rhytal.

“Vampire” she said.

“I don’t believe you” he said, instantly a screech to his left shattered the peace and Baaval let out a scream of surprise.

Rhytal turned over with the biggest smile on her face, she tried to stifle the laugh as his pride had been wounded enough tonight. The screeches continued into the night but she slept through it, she had had worse nights than this.

The twelve creatures surrounded the dome, silence eventually falling, they glared with evil dripping from their eyes. Licking and smacking of the lips until the sun started to rise and they retreated to their sanctuary.

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Tuatha De Danaan Series 1.2


Tuatha De Danaan

The Hawthorne Tree

Volume 1

Chapter 2

I woke up in bed after the race home and exhaustion from Conarght.  It was now night time and i was restless. The darkness surrounded my room like the dark magic from my encounter.  My six brothers all snoring deep and hard in the knowledge they were safe.  The racket however could have woke the banshees of the hills from their mournful sleep.

I for a brief moment felt relieved thinking it was all but a dream however the feeling passed quickly.  I had sweated profusely in my restlessness and the beads ran down heavy from my saturated forehead.

It was too real to be waved away a dream. The little leprechaun was too real and his voice was burned into my brain.

It was 1959 and I reminded myself this could only happen in a dream.  However, I remember working the whole day on O’Carroll’s farm, was that a dream? I was so confused. I went through doubts and reality, what was real and fake. I even believed it could be the aftermath of a magic trance, i held my head in my hands and stared at the floor.

My body jerked in unison as i remembered!

The coins! I reached for my trousers that I had worn in this encounter and searched frantically.  In my rush I heard four dull thuds hit the wooden floor, I peered over my bed.  The moonlight streaming in through the window, illuminating four gold coins.

I was overwhelmed with anxiousness.

A whisper in my ear.

“Await my return Fergal! Keep them safe four me” The leprechaun said behind my right ear, his hot breath felt like acid on my skin.  I heard his laughter and his tiny silhouette figure bouncing from chest to chest then up to the window sill. My brothers did not stir at all, just continuous snoring.

With a final menacing look, the leprechaun touched his crooked hat and adjusted it, he then gave me one evil look then hopped out the window. Cackles surrounded the field he run away into.

I jumped out of bed finally after what seemed a lifetime, scared witless was i. I didn’t know what I was doing. I just wanted to be free of this little man. I ended up not sleeping a wink and i felt sometimes he was at the window watching and waiting. Sometimes hearing pitter patter footfalls or heavy breathing.

So the next day I went to the church, I lit a candle for the wee folk as I thought perhaps he would know.  The candle lit at once and when I said the name of my captor the flame went straight out.  The candle never lit again.

The priest watched me in vain and came over to ask who I lit a candle for.  I just said Connor which raised even more questions. I didn’t want to be angry with the priest so I politely took leave.

As I got out the church I felt eyes on me, then a voice.  The voice beckoned me to the forest by the village.

A Goblin Called Gloop


Gloop was not your everyday goblin, his bulbous nose stood out like an orange on his face with glooping snot hanging from it pretty much always. Hence his name, Gloop! you dummy!


His little black beady eyes sat atop the massive nose and blinked every few seconds, little yellow pupils in the centre. These little eyes could see both day and night which makes it confusing for our little goblin to sleep.


Now, his hair was tufty, in fact so tufty it was that he could make his very own clothes out of it. He often farted due to his diet and his over excessive drinking.


He is a very selfish creature, his massive bulging belly shows that he is a greedy little fellow.


His fat little sausage fingers were always dirty and never out of his mouth biting his fingernails, and his teeth were bent and missing in parts.


His favourite food is worm sandwiches with a lovely glass of slug juice, but if he could find some lovely bird poo. Delicious!

Now our tale begins when our very nosy hero stumbled upon an old wizard near his smelly cave.


Gloop was hunting some rotten rats when he stumbled over a log, he cursed his luck as he bounced a few times of the ground. His round stomach was very jiggly fellow readers!


Just as he was about to get up, his head tilted from side to side in a confusing way. His eyes crisscrossed and a questioning look appeared, what he saw there through the trees was a…a…thing. He didn’t know what it was.


He had never encountered a human before but he started laughing and rolling around. It was the funniest thing he had ever seen, skinny little creature with a beard and a hat.


He laughed so hard that he farted.

The fart being so loud that the human looked his direction.


“Uh-oh!” Gloop said in the normal dozy goblin way, he scuttled off away from this thing. The old thing was chasing him now and it seemed to be throwing hot things at him. One hit him in the bottom and he howled and howled, he started hopping as he ran.

“flipping eejit!” The wizard muttered under his breath. The wizard had his hands behind his back now as if inspecting the scene.


The wizard stopped and watched this extremely stupid goblin rolling around, hopping, standing up, somersaulting and rolling in the air.


“Still…an energetic flipping eejit” the wizard said, one hand came from behind his back and he threw a flash of magic at Gloop. Gloop was stuck in the air, frozen in time, his eyes able to move but nothing else.


“Ah Goblin!” the wizard exclaimed, Gloop farted in surprise, he was terrified.

The wizard laughed, he continued “Allow me to introduce myself”. The wizard bowed gracefully, his purple robes flowing as he bowed. “I am the great Greandath of the Pearl Jaguar In The Southland Of The Great Plains Of The Other Side Of A…” Gloops eyes went into spasm “Me..Greandath!” he pointed to himself getting the gist of Gloops brain power.


He flashed his hand at Gloop and instantly he was released from his frozen state, he bounced a few times and then stood up. Gloop shook himself like a dog and brushed off debris from his goblin clothes.


Gloop looked up at the wizard “you Gr..es.” he tried very hard to say the name, his eyes went crazy with using his brain which was the size of a pea. He strained hard to use it but ended up farting loudly, the wizard guffawed and slapped his hands on his robes.  This made Gloop angry. His fists clenched and he focused again “you, Gr..ea..n..dath!”


Greandath stopped guffawing “Bravo old chap! well done!” he approached the goblin and poked him hard into the chest. “And you?”


Gloop scratched his head.

The wizard repeated the poke on the chest, Gloop responded with a reactive punch in the chest which sent the wizard 5 or 6 feet into some hedges.


The wizard recovered heaving from the blow “strong blighter too” he wheezed. Greandath had leaves sticking out everywhere from his beard and his posterior. He was not angry, just amused by this creature.


“This will not do” he muttered, he approached the goblin again who was still scratching his head like nothing had happened. The wizard could have easily struck out and killed him but he decided that this goblin could be an interesting development in his plans.


He pulled off his plumpy hat and put his gangly arm down it, his tongue out to the side of his mouth, he concentrated on what he needed. He pulled out several items like a lettuce to which Gloop winced, he didn’t like ground food as he called it, the lettuce bounced on his head.


Then a kettle was brought out of the hat “No no no, I must find it…it just won’t do” the wizard launched half his body into the hat and Gloop could hear jingling and jangling, crashes and bangs. “Ah-ha! Found it!”.


Greandath pulled himself out and he was brandishing a potion, bright green colour and looked slimy. Gloop licked his lips, he thought it was slug juice, his grubby hands were reaching and his nose was dripping with snot.


He couldn’t control his greed, the wizard unpopped the vial but he needn’t have bothered as stupid Gloop bit into the vial and started eating and drinking, glass and liquid whole.


Greandath screamed in horror “you’ll kill yerself you buffoon!” he slapped his hand against his face. Gloop enjoyed it, he really did, he was getting a sore throat and he could not understand why! His face contorted as the liquid settled into his third stomach, his eyes went crisscrossed again and he farted but this time green fumes came flying out.


He fell to the ground in agony.

The last thing he saw was the wizards confused face.

The Hunger


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The blood drenched cape flickered against the wind as the tall man stood high up on a skyscraper, he was overlooking the glorious Thames and all the busy London night life. The mysterious mans eyes narrowed as he viewed the bright lights and dim outline of people far below, how he hated them all.

His blood red mask held tightly and snug to his head with black horns stretching out of the velvet material. His head buzzed with electricity, a voltage twitched around his brain which used to hurt him immensely. Now he focused the pain and enjoyed the sensation and what he could do with it. The centre of his brain lit up with chemicals going to and fro and suddenly he could hear a mile a way, he focused hard and he heard the screams of a woman.

He leapt off the building instantly and without hesitation and suddenly fell through the air, he used his power of flying by focusing his mind through these chemical reactions in his brain. As he began to fly he dived down then settled into a straight position. He flew around buses and cars, people got out of the way as he whizzed by and bits of rubbish debris flew everywhere. His face grimaced as he got nearer to where the womans voice echoed from. He remembered the hunger, the desire…the feast that awaited him.

He travelled extremely fast, down narrow alleyways and avenues and before he knew it he was at the site of the crime being commited. There they were, the evil men holding the woman down, ready for some pretty dark unimaginable things. He scanned the area as he suddenly stopped in mid air, three men and a woman in this area. He hovered to the ground.

The men shot at him as he walked over to where one man held the woman from the waist, her clothes ripped apart in anger by the men. She was screaming for help. The caped man told her to shut the fuck up as he kept walking towards the men, they were firing shots still but the bullets bounced of him like rain. He smiled menacingly as he reached the first man, he held his hand out focused with his brain, chemicals reactivating in his brain and the hand suddenly elongated into a silver trident. With a quick strike he delved the sharp trident deep into the mans genitalia. The man fell to the floor writhing in pain, holding the lower half of his body. The powerful being laughed menacingly. “Whos next?” he snarled.

The woman still screaming for help, this so called hero quickly flew to her and slapped her hard. She fell to the ground unconscious, peace and fucking quiet he mumbled to himself. The two thugs began to run off but he ran quickly and in a flash he was facing the running men who began to fall backwards on top of each other.

The masked man dragged both of the men easily back to the woman who lay there unconciously, she started to stir as she heard footsteps towards her. The masked man threw the two men together into a heap, he then took out a solid gold dagger and threw it at the womans feet.

“Kill them” his husky voice breaking the silence of this alleyway.

The womans eyes widened in horror, she looked at the dagger then at the man. Her eyes pleaded why? She couldnt bring herself to pick it up. The masked mans eyes glared at her, piercing her very soul. His eyes narrowed at how weak and pitiful this woman was. He bent down and took the dagger.

“Kill them. Or i’ll kill you.” he said matter of fact. He prodded the dagger to her hand “Take it”.

The woman took the cold dagger in her hand, it felt heavy and cold to the touch. She crawled towards the men who looked on in horror, almost paralysed but darnt move. One of the men jumped up and began to ran, the eyes of the man seethed with rage and he ran to the man and threw him backwards. The thug fell onto the dagger that woman was holding, instantly electric lightning erupted and went straight to the dark masked man.

He laughed as the lightning entered his body, he embraced it by welcoming it with open arms. The womans hair was turning whiter and her skin brightened shopwing her skull under her skin.

The lightning calmed and the mans last breath went from his lungs, the other thug lay on the ground staring into space.

“Now” the super man said, he held out his hand and the dagger zoomed straight to his hand “this one is mine”. He walked slowly like a predator towards the thug, he bent down and looked crookedly at the man, his face lopsided.

In an instant his dagger plunged into the heart of the man and the lightning went straight into this powerful human being. The woman looked on and stuttered that she wanted to go home, the man grunted in irritation, she had disturbed his happy moment.

He grabbed her by the hair and dragged her to the wall, he scanned the area and found some twine, he tied her up with the twine without much fuss. She struggled but he slapped her a few times and she stopped struggling.

He left the site of the murders happy that his job had been done.

His name was GoldFeed, he was anything but a superhero.

He hated them all.

A Bingo Tale – The Interview!


Monday

Pedro Poncho arrived at the Bazzingo front doors for his interview, so excited at the prospect of being employed again!  It had been six months since he was out of a job.  Thanks to government cutbacks and various political decisions he was made redundant from his I.T job.

But that was the past and this was the future.  He promised to give this interview all he had, he was out to impress.  And so he walked into Bazzzingo, a bingo company that was doing relatively well. He passed through the threshold and found an empty reception area.

A few chairs, a desk and a TV were in this small area.  It seemed claustrophobic.  Pedro heard a whirring and noticed a camera following him.  He was on edge.

He looked around at the reception area, the place had an overpowering purple decor, everything was purple from walls to chairs.  It was like someone vomited this bright purple colour everywhere!

Pedro started to mutter to himself”Its a bit purple, bit of a shit hole as well..”

As soon as Pedro finished the last syllable a member of the Bazzingo hall staff appears out of nowhere, apparently camouflaged by the purple walls.  His uniform was the same colour!

“A shithole you say? Not very nice! hmm well never mind that, what do you want? hmmm” the man/woman stated in a slight drawl.

Pedro was taken aback “well…err…hello? I’m here for the interview…” he stuttered.

The person changed his tone and took on a pirate accent “ahar! I knew it, a new victim eh lad eh? ahar, and I suppose you be liking a cup of tea me hearty? ahar!”

“why are you talking like a pirate?” Pedro was losing patience. He kept quiet waiting for an answer.

There was a short uncomfortable silence until Pedro had to say something.

“ah never mind, I would like a cappucino” he said irritated already by this person.

The employee began to mock him “ooh a cappucino for his lordship.” The voice went from pirate to serious “listen son we don’t like arrogant people here, my names Gretchen. Watch it or ill cut yer balls off.”

“but…” Pedro interjected.

“and we don’t like people making fun of us” Gretchen kept on.

“but…”

Gretchen ignored the interruption “so do yourself a favour…”

As Gretchen was about to finish the telephone rang, three loud rings that echoed through the building. Gretchen ran to it like his life depended on it.

“Hello?!” Gretchen asked impatiently. He keeps eyeing up Pedro whilst listening, he scowled and grinned. His/her face Co rotting with emotion.

“Ok, if you say so. Your the boss, i’ll let him know.” Gretchen slammed the phone down hard.

Pedro went to walk out the door thinking the telephone call was telling him the position was filled. Besides his first experience of this place was so bizarre he wanted to go.

A high pitched scream followed him “And where do you think you are going?”

Pedro held his ears, that voice! He turned around and stuttered “Oh, i thought.. That the boss had decided to not have an interview.”

Gretchen scowled at Pedro “You’ve got the job mate, manager says he saw you on CCTV so there ya go.”

“Really?” Pedro was shocked.

“Nah, you can go, im only joking.” Gretchen grinned hard.  Another uncomfortable silence ensued.

“Oh ok, dont really wanna be here anyway.” Pedro was getting angry now, this creature was so bizarre.

“Damn it! I was kidding around ya can start tomorrow. Now fuck off you nubble.” Gretchen scowled again at Pedro, he waved him off impatiently.

Pedro exasperated “Fuck sake! Have i got it or not?!”

“Yes! Oh you are feisty! They will make a meal of you!” Gretchen said in a very camp voice.  He turned his back on Pedro and disappeared in the camouflaged wall.

The Crescent : No.10


“He’s been banging her for years Marge!” The middle age man breathlessly said, then taking another draw of his rollie ” I mean my god her husband doesn’t even know!”.

Marge looked at her husband with a grin, she loved the gossip.  As she grinned the massive gap between her front teeth could be seen.  Holding her baby like a badge.

“I know Fred, right? She goes on the school run, comes home and does the dirty deed. The tramp!” She smiled, Fred was a loyal husband and she knew he’d never cheat.

There was a loud sound from the loft, they could hear it down in the kitchen.

“I swear there’s rats up there, I may have to have a look love” Fred said.

“No, don’t worry. I don’t think it’s rats. Probably just the wind, it gets draughty up there” marge mimicked the wind “I’ll have a look in a while”

“Alright so Marge, I’ll leave it to you!”

He puffed on the last of his rookie, put down his mug of tea and grandly announced he was going to the job centre.

Marge stood at the window and tutted at her neighbour who was having an affair. “Dirty old trough, imagine carrying on like that” she tutted once more.

Fred looked at her, he was happy to have such a loyal woman.  Best one on the estate, he got a real catch there.

He stood up, gave Marge a kiss on the cheek and got his keys.

“Don’t forget the list!” She said and pulled out a list longer than a toilet roll. “We need the basics love”.

“Fair dos, I’ll see you later love” he said lovingly.  He closed the front door behind him.

As soon as the door closed, Marge put the baby straight in his travel cot and went sprinting upstairs.  She got an old broom and tapped on the attic door.  The loft hatch opened and the built in ladder slid down. A man came down the ladder.

“Is he gone?” The man asked wiping sleep from his eye.

“Yes, now come over here and do me harder than a bottle of lambrini!”

The man obliged and went full throttle.

And so here starts the tale of The Crescent.  A little housing area were everyone gets involved in each others lives.  Marge and Fred are one of many families that live in the Crescent.

STAR WARS Episode IX NEWS!



STAR WARS FANS here is a leaked scene :

This is what will happen in Episode IX!

Rey goes to the outer limits and finds a dark mysterious planet, she was pointed to it via Luke Skywalkers force ghost. 

The millennium falcon slowly lowers down onto the surface of this planet.  It’s cold and dark and only lit by a small moon, the air is crisp and smells of rot.

Rey leaves the ship with chewie  and go on a long exploration of the planet.  They get attacked by a group of humanoid creatures but the heroes defeat them.

They find a massive castle with a twinkling starlight over it.  The shape of an arch.

As they approach the castle the doors swing open, a small figure approaches them.  It’s holding a light sabre, the figure switches it on and reveals it to be a red light sabre.

The figure takes his hood off revealing to our horror who it was.

“Haw ha! I knew you’d find me! Haw ha!” He said with a scowl.

“Mickey mouse????!!!!! Really?” Rey was pissed off big time.

The Revenge of the King – An Introduction!


An Introduction to The Hero :

Gerostamacamimo del baristaminimo or Gero as I call the hero of this tale (just to make my life easier!) was a fantastic hero in the Dark Ages of The Twanger wars.

He is now all but the whisper of legend and uber myths, a lone figure in the history of the world. His ego would be highly dissapointed after the shit hes been through.

His long blonde locks were drenched in the colour of sun and his piercing blue eyes were the colour of the sky. His only downfall was that he had the high pitched voice of a damsel in distress. I mean he sounded like a Bee Gee only a higher tone, he once shattered some glass by whispering.

He never ever had a chance with the ladies as gallant as he was. They would see this beautiful hero rescuing them and then he would talk, game over.

He also rode a giant turtle who became his friend and confidant, or so he would believe! The turtle was named Shelly and she was the fastest turtle to grace the land of Obituary. I know readers it truly is a morbid name for the land but it is what it is.

This turtle who he believed to be his best friend, secretly despised him and would smile at his lame jokes and fake emotion when he was losing battles. The turtle even abandoned him in the Battle of the Tourists, having had enough of him pissing around she fled the scene thinking it was her chance to leave.

Gero found her though after the heat of the battle and stayed by her, he waved at her and ran very fast to catch up to her. He began to tell her all the people he had maimed and killed whilst laughing merrily, every time he talked she rolled her eyes at the high pitched voice.

Now our hero Gero went on many quests to save fair maidens from clichés, overthrow usurpers of kingdoms and defeat mighty beasts and foes. One such quest was the defiler of the Wiggly Seas! A huge monstrosity of a 7 fanged walrus! It began terrorising passing ships with insults. Yes thats right, itsp a talking walrus.

It would shout out things like “you’re overcompensating with that boat!” And “you couldn’t get a boat wet on the sea!” This walrus was an abomination and seafarers had committed the ultimate sacrifice as this walrus wounded their pride. One such victim was reported to scream to his death “you’re so mean!”

And so it was that King Geobald The Master Usurper had put out a reward upon this walrus to be taken out. He was advised that the world would be better of without the walrus and that trade would resume back to normal.

Unfortunately for the king our hero wanted the reward for ousting the usurper king who had put out the reward. He became obsessed and thought of nothing else.

Be careful what you wish for I guess! Besides our hero didn’t want to get his clothes and hair wet anyway fighting this walrus. What a pretty boy!

And so the king was overthrown after a ridiculously long duel to the death with our hero. In a weird twist it turned out that the king was actually the walrus, he could transform at will and did so regularly. Apparently it started of as a joke and the king had become addicted to it.

Aldo in some weird plan the king wanted to be rid of various trade routes. Illuminati confirmed! It also makes sense as a plot device to add into the mix.

So Gero was paid handsomely for both quests by the castle court, they were happy to help out as they hated the King. If course they didnt do anything when he was alive but there you go.

Gero took as much treasure from the castle vaults. He was the happiest hero in the land. Until the king came back from the dead via a Court Wizard who was a devout follower of the 7 Fanged Walrus. A religious cult that sprang up pretty much as the king died. He went and searched for Gero across the land.

And here begins our new tale….finally.

The Death Of Bruce Delaney : Chapter 2 : The New Eyes


Bruce followed his eldest son out the hospital wing, he who had looked after him for so long in his old age. The tears streaming down his son Donald’s face, he was anguished and torn apart by the grief.

If Bruce could tell him he would tell him to “man up” or “stop being such a wally”.  

Suddenly without warning Donald looked to his right where Bruce stood and held his are out. Bruce put his hand over his sons and suddenly Donald’s body was glistening and sparkling.

Donald never noticed or showed surprise at this so Bruce assumed it was just for his eyes.  His son let out a little snicker.

“Don’t be a wally” he said aloud sobbing and smiling through the anguish. Bruce smiled and let out a little giggle, he knew his son would be OK.

His son slumped to the ground and kept crying, his hand over his head as if to hold the grief up that dragged his head down.

He could hear voices far away, children’s voices asking “Where’s Grumpy Granda?”.  The voices he knew were Donald’s two small children, he would miss them alot. They had his cheeky ways and a good sense of humor.

A little hand touched Bruce’s, right next to Donald’s slumped body was a little girl no less than eight years old.

“My daddy misses me very much!” she said putting her arms around Donald. “If only he knew how lovely and pretty it is! I miss him and my mummy too, they will have fun with me when they get here”.

Bruce was in shock at the little girl, her hair in curls and little bows going up and down in plaits. Her blue dress immaculate complete with pure white socks and little shiny blue shoes.

“Maria?’ Bruce asked.

“Yes I’m Maria, at least I think so. I’m waiting for my daddy so I can get my new name” the little girl giggled and smiled. She twirled like a ballerina, full of fun.

Bruce thought of this little girl, 8 years ago Donalds wife Sarah had a baby.  The baby was delivered but was still born, her name was Maria.  The same little girl he was speaking to right now.

The little girl looked at her daddy, her smile evaporated and became thoughtful. She looked at him and then to Bruce. 

“He misses us lots and lots grandpa” she looked a little sad “he doesn’t know how happy we all will be!” her sweet voice stated.  the smile was back and she twirled and giggled.

Bruce could not help but wrap his arms around the little girl and hugged with all his might. how precious and beautiful she was, with tears in his eyes he smiled. he was coming to terms with his new life.

“I wouldn’t be too happy if I we’re you!” snarled a voice, Bruce stood up and put Maria behind him. he saw a black cloud just near the far wall where the room Bruce died.

Snarling like a dog emitted from this cloud. Maria came out from behind Bruce’s back.

“It’s the bad people grandpa.  don’t worry, you are safe” her voice confident.

A long arm came out of the cloud with sharp talons and spikes that looked like hair. it laughed maniacally and cursed obscenities.

Donald shook from his sobbing and stopped concentrating, the creature whispered negative things and Bruce saw that Donald was agreeing as if they were his own thoughts.

He started hitting himself in despair, the creature laughed as it’s arm came ever closer to Donald.  it’s full body was emerging from the black cloud, Bruce saw horns and gnashing teeth. Red eyes glowed with hatred and malice.  Bruce went forwards, he instinctively had to protect his son.

As Bruce walked forward the dark cloud shuddered, the demon fixed it’s eyes on him.  it started to swipe at him but could not touch Bruce, it seemed he was protected. it spat at him many times and cursed obscenities once again.

The cloud was getting smaller and Donald had stopped hitting and believing the demons lies.  the demon roared one final time and was gone as soon as Bruce got to it.

“You’re brave grandpa! I love you!” Maria yelled excitedly.

“Thank you Maria, I love you too!” he ran to her and picked her up, the twirled around and around the hospital wing. Her dad unknowingly saved from the forces of evil.  

Maria left him a few hours later to go explore the world. Bruce wanted to see the other family members, he dreaded if another demon appeared.

The Crescent : No.22


The poshness of number 22 can not be described.  Everything in the house was cold and organised. Immaculate and clean, straight and efficient.

 Josephine had a highly paid job and her husband had a monopoly on his services.

Josephine sat on the sofa drinking a green tea when a rap at the door.  Josephine rolled her eyes and went straight to the door.

She opened it.

It was her pimp.

“Yo posh nosh where ya been last night girl?” He asked calmly.

“Hey Norman…” she started.

“Don’t hey Norman me with that bullshit. Shit…you’re my money. Remember that!” Norman was getting irritated.

“Sorry” she replied sheepishly.

“Well shit ain’t ya gonna ask your daddy in?” 

“Y-y-yes by all means come in” Josephine ushered him in. Norman looked around.

“Mmmm, lordy, you have got some fine shit in here. Mmm hmm.” Norman was holding a crystal bear ornament.  He laughed a little.

“Well uh, I expected some work done for me last night” he started undoing his buttons “so I expect you to work hard right now”.

Josephine was already undressed and bent over.  Expecting it.

Just as Norman was about to take his clothes off the rattling of keys. Josephine’s husband.

Norman’s face switched from lustful to serious in an instant. Josephine stared hard at the door, in walked her husband Kyle.

Kyle looked at his naked wife then at Norman. Norman stared and broke the silence.

“Bitch! Where were you last night? You my number one rent boy, bitch!” Norman yelled.

“I was just taking the night off boss, I’ve got sting ring” Kyle replied.

“Bitch please, sit on over there” Norman said pointing at the sofa. He gave a disgusted look “gave you employee of the month and everything”. He turned back to Josephine.

“sting ring! PAH!”