Hawk Goodwin


“You should’ve stayed away, boy.” The gunslinger strode towards the young man.
“I aint afraid of you Hawk” the boy’s eyes narrowed as the man continued his stride, he was at least 15 paces away now. The boy’s hands were resting an inch from his gun holster.
“You want to be a famous boy?” Hawk’s eyes blazed as he took in the sight of the boy, he noticed no fear at all even as he kept his slow stride.
“Here’s the boy who killed Hawk Goodwin!” He chuckled slowly which enraged the boy.
“It ain’t about that Hawk, you are a killer!”
“Oh yeah boy? And what would that make you if you managed to kill me?” He came to a sudden stop “what’s your name?”
“My name?” The boy’s eyes blazed with fury “it’s Frederick Hanstein”
“Jenny’s son?” Hawk scratched his chin offhand and it took Frederick by surprise, his hand went to his gun but he stopped.
Hawk already had his gun pointed at the boy, he didn’t stand a chance, hawk put his gun back in his holster seamlessly.
“Go home, today is too good a day to die” hawk started his stride toward Frederick and walked abruptly past him. The town street was empty bar some horses outside tethered to the wooden bars.
Frederick hollered at him “You’re gonna die by my hands Hawk, Mark my words”.
They were all the same, these men he thought, all wanted a piece of the acclaim of a legendary kill. Pathetic men making a name for themselves.
He opened the saloon doors and saw that the establishment was packed to the rafters. The whores noises coming from upstairs and the angry growls of drunks losing at the gambling tables. He loathed them all, sinful practices in a godless world.
He scanned the room as it went silent, the bartender still holding a bottle of Gin. He walked two paces into the entrance and stopped.
“Which one of you dirty lowdown no good sons of a bitches is Darryl Slade?” His yell stopped the noises from upstairs, a man stumbled out of a room from up there and fell over half dressed. He fumbled for his gun and aimed it at Hawk. The gun went off and ricocheted off a lamp.
Hawk drew his gun lightning fast and the bullet struck the gun in this man’s hand and it flew away. He then strode confidently up the stairs to the man that was now cowering on the floor.
“Open your goddamn mouth vermin”
Darryl did as requested and Hawk slid the gun into his mouth. “Up you bastard!” The gun nearly choked the man as he was directed upward from his cowardly position.
Hawk directed him downstairs, his narrow eyes scanning the crowd. Suddenly the saloon doors opened abruptly breaking the silence, it was Frederick.
“Killer! Don’t you even think about it, Hawk!” Frederick’s gun was aimed at him, hawk growled out his next words.
“Stupid boy put away your weapon”
“I will not! I am tired of the death that follows you everywhere” as the last word exited his mouth a gunshot narrowly missed his face, hawks second gun was smoking from the aftermath of the shot. The entire room was now in a crouching position.
“I will not miss next time.” He grimaced and continued “put down your gun boy”.
The gun was tossed away and Frederick was in a shocking trance. Hawk stared into Darryl’s eyes and saw that he was terrified, this man was wanted for murder, for rape and plundering. He was worth more alive than dead.
“You!” He bellowed so that all could hear “I am going to give you a chance”
Darryl’s eyes went from terrified to a glimmer of hope, he saw hawks eyes burned with hellfire.

A Modern Day Interpretation Of The Bible


She was God.

The Alpha and the Omega.

And she was pissed off with King James and his Bible.

Here lies the story of the Goddess.

Hell hath no fury like a Goddess turned into a God!

Heres her version.

Genesis 1

The Beginning

  1. In the beginning the Goddess created the Earth before the heavens because it made more sense to a woman to create land as the atmosphere was already sourced.
  2. A moody woman patrolled the surfaces of the waters that she created after the land with her readily made list. It was better to have a list than no preparation she thought whilst rolling her eyes.
  3. She became overly dramatic and put her arms in the air “Let there be light!” she screamed and there was light.
  4. She saw that the light was good even though she had doubts about the shade of light because it didn’t match the land, so she adjusted it accordingly. She then seperated the light from the dark and still was not happy about the shade. She took several decades debating this issue.
  5. She called the light Day and the darkness Bae so it would match and rhyme, in her infinite wisdom she thought it would not catch on so she went through a list of names and finally dawned upon Night. And thus after a millennia there was the first Day were there was finally Evening and Morning. Although she had to change the names around so Morning and Evening were better matched to the light and darkness.
  6. Now she said she wanted the rest of the roof above to be coloured, she didnt need to seperate them because it was already done.
  7. So she rejoiced in herself and the work she had done, she lay down and sunbathed in her glorious work.
  8. She called the roof the Sky and then there was the second day Morning and Evening on the Second day.

Another Lost World


The cellar was damp and dark, it held many secrets this particular cellar. A mysterious figure passed through the eerie stillness, his hand went up.

The withered hand waved in a figure 8 and a brilliant flash illuminated the room, instant light. The cellar was huge, so huge it seemed to go for miles. Barrels of wine littered the disused cellar. The figure took his hood off.

“For fuck sake!”

He started jumping around cursing and ranting.

********************Chapter Uno***********************

The Stairway to Heaven

It was 1905 in Dover, England. John Pooley was a man of wealthy means, perhaps the reason he was a man of taste. He had recently come back home from an expedition in Tibet. A fantastic time.

Since he came back he had never been the same. It was the tribe he met that sowed the seed, they told him of a world below and a world above. They were passionate and convincing that he decided to investigate, they could only communicate through pictures drawn on the soil. Sometimes it felt like they communicated through other means that John could not explain.

They said certain words like Aghartha and Shambolla. Emphasising on these words so they were remembered.

They handed the explorers a plant and broke off the fruit, eagerly the group ate the strange fruit as they were hungry. They all sat crosslegged in a semi circle as instructed and drifted in mind downwards, almost dreamlike. Johns body sat in his relaxed state as his soul drifted slowly downwards.

As he went down miles and miles he could see interior tunnels travelling and intertwining like snakes. The weaving tunnels had people walking up and down, meeting, chatting and laughing. They looked like a fair and wholesome people with an orange gleam to their bodies.

His soul kept drifting down until he saw a dark blue at the very bottom of the huge cavern. Intrigued, he went through and suddenly a burst of light. What he saw was astounding, a massive white orb in the middle of a huge country. Hard to describe what he was seeing.

His feet planted firmly on the ground, some of the orange tinted people saw him and came running over. They looked confused and the chitter chatter of an unknown language began. John was worried but he could see he was in no danger.

He could see mountains and lakes all the way for miles, the inner sun was pure warmth. He could almost feel God. The people touched his clothes and hugged him close, had he died?

He didn’t know what was happening. Suddenly a wooly mammoth came charging over and skidded to a stop right at John who had fell at the shock. John got up and looked slowly up at the mammoth. A rider peeked his head over with a grin. The rider jumped down.

“Do’urthgar” the rider proclaimed proudly thumping his chest. He then pointed to John and nodded eagerly.

John stepped forward and thumped his chest to mimic “John!”

Do’urthgar laughed heartily.

“What did I say? Why the mirth?” He Asked

The people stopped the chatter. John looked about in amazement then looked at Do’urthgar who was staring hard.

The proud man shook his head as if searching for the right word. His eyes brightened as he uttered a word.

“Engleeshwan?”

Do’urthgar looked pained saying the single word. He looked harder at John waiting for a reply.

“Yes” John replied “Englishman”.

Do ‘urthgar nodded happily then took out a horn. He blew it three times and suddenly John heard thunder, the ground was shaking. A figure came bounding from the distance and got bigger and bigger as it approached. John was scared but Do’urthgar held him fast, the figure was a giant. It was huge, so tall the mammoth looked like a puppy dog. A giant hand came down to grab John. Scared, John winced thinking he was going to die.

But the giant hand was surprisingly gentle, slowly the hand came up and he could see the giant face. It was bearded but cleanly cut and platted. The brown beard glistened against the light, the kindly face smiled as it plopped John on its shoulder.

The Homeless


The burning sun raged upon the strangers face, reminding him how he was alive, alive and well considering the events that caused him to ramble on. His eyes covered by the safe shadows from his dusty hat.

A slight breeze passed him but it may as well have been fire as he didnt feel a god damn thing. Not one thing cut through the burning upon his weathered face.

“What a fucking day.” He said aloud and laughed in spite of himself. “What to do today?”

He adjusted his hat in slow irritation from the gus crease and quickly put both hands to his guns. Two LeMat revolvers nestled nicely into their holders. 9 shots loaded in each gun waiting for action.

His eyes narrowed as he looked towards the horizon, hot air steaming beyond the road. This used to be a bustling highway filled with life. Before the shit hit the fan he mused. He tutted.

He knew what lay beyond that horizon, those creatures that destroyed everything in his world. For this was his world and he was so god damn angry at them.

Flashes of battles rambled through his mind, bursts of light from guns and explosions ringing in his ears. He grimaced as he was brought back to reality. One step further brought him to his enemies. He smiled bitterly and muttered soon, soon they will be gone. This one man was here to take your fucking lives like you did to me.

His concentration broke as he saw a figure in the distance, a slow moving silhouette breaking through the rising heat. A horse he figured, not only a horse but a man on top.

He squeezed his gun holders and walked slowly forward. It was on. His black shirt stood out in this desert, he left his belonging back on the floor of the desert so he wouldnt be lumbered when he met this figure. He walked 20 paces and stood as the figure started gaining quicker ground, it was a fast gallop now.

The stranger analysed the figure, maybe 5 or 10 minutes they would meet. His hands at the guns for relative easy access. Better have brought food or drink he thought. Might have to eat the god damn horse he chuckled.

His eyes burned with fire now, angry and menacing, ready for action. The horse rider swiftly approaching. He could see now a wide brimmed hat the colour of night. Head low, a gray shirt, grey trousers with thin red lines.

His eyes narrowed even more, he knew what the stripes meant. He was ready for him.

This was a soldier from the Confederation, he hated him for the stripes. This man on the horse carried a rifle straddled to his back with a bayonette that reflected the light of the sun. Polished recently he thought.

The horse was approaching even faster until it was 10 paces away. The horse ground to a halt with a snort and a loud noise. The man looked at the stranger with contempt and sat straight in the saddle, his wrists overlapped each other on the peak of the saddle.

“Hello friend” he broke the silence that surrounded the two. A silence that made them feel like they were the only two people in the world. The stranger nodded, said nothing and gripped his holsters tighter.

“Not much of a talker huh?” The man smiled bit his eyes did not let go of the suspicion. “Well, I’m wonderin’ to myself what a stranger be doing out in these parts? With nothing but two guns and some supplies over yonder” he chuckled.

Finally the stranger spoke. “I dont seem to recall it being a crime to go a wanderin’ by my own” he smiled through gritted teeth.

The stranger whipped out his two pistols and shot the rider in the head four times. The rider slumped in shock and slowly tumbled off the horse, his body hit the floor with a dull heavy thud. Eyes still on his killer.

The stranger looked up and at the horizon 11 figures advancing in the distance. He grinned as he reloaded his pistols. He backed slowly towards his belongings, looking in his bag he pulled out a device

Theyre all gonna die today.

The Meeting


“You came here boy and for what?” the man said, his dark silhouette stood against the backdrop of a sunset.

“Yes sir i came here thinkin to be mastering my own destiny” the young man returned, his southern drawl sweetly cutting the air even though he trembled, he spoke confidently.

The dark silhouette laughed softly, he stopped after what seemed an eternity.

“Ah see here boy, do you know what you asking for? I mean in the long term and not the short, dont take it lightly. I want to buy your soul.”

The young man shivered but he kept calm “I dont think i be needin my soul sir, it done me no good here and wont be no good to me after im sure of that. ” the man stopped and looked down at his guitar “i aint got no soul if i cant play this here guitar sir.”

The silhouette stepped forward two steps and suddenly two red eyes glowed out of the depths. The young man held his ground.

“You remind me boy of a young man from years past, yes sir the greatest guitar player in the delta. Yes sir i can still hear him screamin’ when he was called hime” the red eyes seemed to get larger them diminished “you want the same fate of Johnson?”

This really scared the young man, he stuttered and the the silhouette laughed harder and stronger.

“Sir, are you really the devil?” he stumbled over his words.

“Why sir!! you know how many people ask me that question, especially when they expire on this mortal coil” he tutted and left the sentence hanging in the air, he paced backwards and forwards. “But to answer your question, no im not. i know the devil and i am no where near as powerful or cruel as the chief commander. No sir i am not.”

The man shuddered “Then sir who are you?”

The silhouette ran at the man and got face to face with the boy. The hot breath of this demon was as hot as hell fire and the man was indeed terrified to his soul.

“I am not going to name myself boy, if i do we cannot do buisness. no sir indeed we cannot!”

The creature illuminated within itself and a brilliant light emitted from the figure, what the man saw was horrific. The silhouette had been human in form but since the emitting of light it had turned into a horrible creature and grown so tall. Fangs protruding from its maws like thousands of daggers and claws the size of elephants. The laugh that emitted from it was so powerful and the man fell to the floor.

Suddenly the silhouette returned to its previous shape.

“Hand me the guitar boy” the creature demanded. The boy obliged and handed over the instrument, a lovely ebony guitar with white markings on the fretboard.

“Ah this is truly a guitar worth the price of a soul” the creature laughed, he turned it over 3 times and turned the tuning pegs 6 times each whilst plucking the strings. He handed the guitar over to the man and sighed softly.

“This here boy is a tease of what you can have, mull it over somehow and come back to this here crossroads three days hence at the suns setting and let me know if you want the power.” The red eyes narrowed “Remember its the price of your soul”.

The boy looked at the guitar and played a little tune that just came naturally to him, as naturally as drinking water. He was amazed watching his hands going up and down the fret board playing rhythm and solos intertwined.

The creature smiled and the boy could see pearly white teeth glistening.

“Go show your friends. Go show the world!” the creatures otherworldly voice was beginning to show “It will last for three days and no more, come back boy and we can settle this matter.”

The creature floated back into the background of the now pitch black crossroad area, all but the red eyes and the glistening white teeth.

“Go show your friends” he repeated/

“And the world” the creature laughed loudly until the red eyes faded.

The man went on to become one of the most celebrated artists of the century and has never acknowledged the rumours that he had indeed sold his soul to the devil. Not until his untimely death at 27, the devil it seemed had come to collect the mans debt.

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.

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.