Hawk Goodwin

“You should’ve stayed away, boy.” The gunslinger strode towards the young man. His dark brooding eyes peering from under his wide brimmed hat, they narrowed as he analysed the young man.

“I aint afraid of you Hawk” the boys eyes squinted as the man continued his stride, he was at least 15 paces away now. The youths hands were resting an inch from his gun holsters.

“You want to be famous boy?” Hawks eyes blazed as he took in the sight of this foolish kid, he noticed no fear at all even as he kept his slow stride towards him.

“Heres the boy who killed Hawk Goodwin!” He proclaimed and chuckled slowly which further enraged the young man.

“It ain’t about that Hawk, you know it! 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 in a sudden realisation “whats your name?”

“My name?” The boys eyes blazed with fury “its Frederick Hanstein”

“Jennys 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 towards Frederick and walked abruptly past him. Frederick turned about to watch Hawk striding through the town.

Frederick hollered at him through the silence “youre gonna die by my hands Hawk, Mark my words”.

Frederick shook his head and headed towards the woman on the horse he had seen with Hawk. She looked down at him as he approached then her silent gaze went back to Hawk

The townstreet was empty except for some horses tethered to wooden bars outside the inns and saloons. The little huts that served as houses were quiet and no sign of movements from inside.

Hawk thought about the conversation with the lad, he had seen it all before with these fame hungry idiots. They were all the same these men he thought, all wanted a piece of the acclaim. Pathetic men making a name for themselves by killing, somehow their own morals cleansed as soon as their trigger was pulled and a murder had occurred. He shrugged the thoughts off like sand and continued to his goal.

He opened the saloon doors and saw that it was a stark contrast to outside, whereas it was quiet out there it was a frenzy of noise. The whores noises coming from upstairs, ⁸the angry growls of drunks losing at the gambling tables and arguments over coin. He lived in a godless world. The noise came to a crashing halt when they noticed the tall stranger.

He scanned the room, the silence was deafening, a few men held their beers steady and some he noticed had their guns cocked. He ignored that and 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 had stopped the noises from upstairs, a man stumbled out of a room and fell over half dressed, he had a jacket on and undergarments. He fumbled for his gun and aimed it at Hawk. His gun went off without aiming 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. Hawk strode confidently up the stairs to the man that was now cowering on the floor.

“Open your god damn mouth Darryl”

Darryl did as requested and Hawk slid the gun deep into his mouth. “Up you bastard!” The gun nearly choking the man as he was directed upwards from his cowardly position.

Hawk directed him downstairs, his narrow eyes scanning the growd quickly. Suddenly the saloon doors opened abruptly breaking the silence, it was Frederick.

“Killer! Don’t 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 smoking from the shot. The entire room let out a noise.

“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, it wasn’t about that though.

“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.

“You’re going to tell everyone here what you’ve done.” He growled through gritted teeth “but first theres someone that wants to see you” Hawk’s anger was controlled as he grinned like a demon. He jerked the gun in Darryl’s mouth to turn him round and directed him outside.

He kept the gun directly in his mouth as he marched him backwards out to the street. Darryl could not see behind him but there were two horses just past where Frederick had challenged Hawk. One had a rider and the other none.

The woman sat atop the horse staring at the two figures approaching, she glanced further and saw a curious crowd advancing too. Her mind racing but not showing on her stony emotionless face, her anger rising like a phoenix at the sight of this Darryl.

He had slaughtered her whole family, her husband and her only child. He and his raiders had abused her repeatedly until Hawk rescued her. She was not terrified but her hatred burned in her as hot as lava, her hands inching towards a serrated knife.

Hawk glanced quickly at her as he approached and she slightly nodded.

“Turn around you gutless swine” he grimaced “and meet your chance”. He pulled his gun out of Darryl’s mouth, Darryl turned around and slowly looked up, the womans deep blue eyes glared down at him and shame burned through his soul as he recognised her.

His head bowed as he breathed “you, I cannot…I don’t…”

“Save your breath bandit” she said in a low calm deep voice, Darryl felt comforted in the tone. She turned her eyes to the crowd and cantered the horse towards them, pacing backwards and forwards.

“This!” She pointed with her gun “this is who you chose to be your law? Your sheriff?”

She struck him with the gun to the face, the crowd exclaimed, he went down on the ground with a thud.

“Tell them what you did…Darryl….sorry Sheriff” she glared at him as he lifted his head.

“I…killed…her family” he mumbled quietly.

“Sorry! Can’t hear you little man,” she mocked and struck him again.

“I killed her family!” More confidently and loudly to which the crowd let out murmurs.

“That’s not all he and his band did” her eyes as cold as stone, hawk never took his eyes off the man. “Nevertheless it is between me and him what he did, im Sure you can guess”.

She turned the horse around twice and paced up and down the crowd, she looked at them and the silence was exhausting.

“Now, my name is Wing and this so called man is mine for the time being” she looked around at the crowd “when I an finished with him he will be returned to this town for punishment”

A few in the crowd uttered a few words of discontent, Wing pointed at one.

“You!” The crowd went silent once more and the man stepped forward “do you have a problem?”

“Eh..no…mam…its just we don’t have no sheriff now since this one” he spat at him “he done gone and turned out as bad as an egg in october”

“I see, well, decide between you who you want as a sheriff. We will be back in 3 days time” she was interrupted by Hawk.

“Is Frederick here?”

Frederick appeared from within the crowd and approached Wings horse. Hawk motioned him over all the while keeping a wary eye on Darryl, Darryl was defeated he knew but still a dying animal could still fight.

“I like you boy and you come from good stock, I think you should be sheriff” he whispered. Frederick taken aback by the offer, wing stared at the two curiously.

“My how things change round here, I just can’t keep up” Frederick’s eyes went to Darryl then back to Hawk “does it mean you’ll stop calling me boy?”.

Hawk grinned. “Yes I believe I will”

Frederick went to Darryl and pulled the sheriff star off his chest, he punched him hard in the mouth. “You never deserved a place in the town, never mind the law. Damn devil” darryl groaned a little from the punch. The newly appointed sheriff turned back to Hawk.

“Very well Hawk, our conversation from earlier is still not done. Indeed it has not!”

“We will continue it in three days time Sheriff”

The crowd welcomed the new sheriff with a small applause. Wings facial expression had not changed. Swiftly she pulled her horse back in a circle and pulled a rope out and threw it to Hawk. He caught it instantly.

“If you be so kind Mr Hawk”

He grinned and nodded, he put the rope around Darryl’s neck and tightened it, he then passed the other end to Wing who tied it to the saddle.

They rode gently out for several miles dragging the body of the bandit behind. They heard moans of pain but ignored it. Setting up camp, hawk built a fire as wing went hunting for food. They had tied Darryl’s hands and feet up so he could not escape.

When Wing came back she had two rabbits dangling from her hands, the serrated knife dripping in blood. She stuck the long knife into the fire where the metal part stayed submerged heated.

Darryl looked at the woman, how fearsome she looked. This woman was nothing 4 years ago, a mouse of a woman, taken so easily. Now look at her, his eyes drifted from her to the knife slowly glowing red in the fire. He then stared up and saw that Hawk was studying him.

“You know” hawk said breaking his gaze and laying down to look at the night sky “you would be a good wife Wing”

“Why’s that Hawk? Just want someone to care for you?” He grinned at her bluntness “nah thats easy to find, you’re a real woman though Little Wing”

His head suddenly hurt as he got whacked with a pot. “Less of that Mr Hawk or you’ll not see the dawn”

He laughed as he replied “I take it back, you wouldn’t be a good wife at all”.

She smiled without meaning to and suddenly stopped as she glared at Darryl.

“Hawk” she said seriously. “I’m gonna talk to Darryl now so I want to have some privacy” her eyes darkened. He held his hands up in defense and nodded, walking away towards some boulders where he sat. He pulled out a worn out letter and started reading it by the moonlight.

He looked back at the camp and noticed she had taken Darryl’s undergarmens down, the red hot knife was illuminated in the dark as it went towards Darryl.

His screams were louder than anything hawk had heard of before. It was Darryl’s own fault, she had been seeking revenge for 4 years, what did he expect? He probably thought she was like the other women who would have just taken it. No, not wing, she was a fighter and by god she would fight to the bitter end for anything she believed in.⁹

When he rescued her her name was not wing but that’s what she had settled on. He thought of her as a little broken wing back then but she was stronger than that now. From time to time he would wonder what her real name was. Darryl’s screams grew louder and louder interrupting his thoughts.

He grinned to himself.

“Hell hath no fury like a woman scorned”

The Resting State

She had surrendered to the feeling of change within herself, the majestic feelings of joy that this meditation brought. Here in this limitless state she was free, here she was safe. She could do anything and be anything she wanted.

Her head now swimming with all the colours of the spectrum, changing, spiralling and evolving in wondrous patterns. Meanwhile her body lay still in silence within her physical reality, the mind seperate and unfiltered with imagination.

Calm and relaxed she had been for 5 hours straight, physical realities drifted to her and the feeling of dreadful 3d existence appeared within her heart like a stone. It must be nearly 3 am now she thought as her soul soared through the sky passing by stars. High in the sky her spirit turned and admired the Earth, how wondrously marbled it looked with its blue white patterns. Drifting slowly down into the atmosphere back towards the area where her body lay she saw forests before her and the sea to the right.

The dawn slowly creeping in the distance towards the housing estates and fields.

She soared towards a yellow flickering light emanating below her on the earth near her house, she smiled as it was someones car alarm going off. A strange sensation as she both heard the noise with her spiritual and physical ears. Her grin was cut short when she looked at her bedroom window and saw two glowing red eyes staring at her, menacing beyond reason. The eyes blinking three times and then dissapearing to the darkness of the room.

It was them, back again. She sighed deeply and returned to the soaring and swooping of the trip, she saw people stumbling home after a night out and people getting ready for work. Looking up and in the sky were thousands of lights, shed seen these before, travellers like her. All attached to lights, I don’t think they see their lights she whispered to herself.

Aoifes mind came back to the demons unwillingly, she wished they would just leave her alone. She needed to do this meditation, it was a lifeline for her. The demons could not find her in fear with this serenity, they could try to scare her in this mindful state but it was impossible, blessed be the universe she praised silently.

Memories now came to her as she flew on to distant planets and she embraced them, she felt the feelings of nostalgia upon her and in her physical reality her eyes filled with tears, warm hot tears that trickled down slowly. Did she feel breath on her face? Or did she imagine it? Paranoia swiftly passed through her and she shrugged it off.

She ignored that feeling and came back to the memories, beautiful and sublime. Past lovers and of the best moments she had experienced. Her spirit soaring towards Mars and flying past some stars and a giant satellite.

Growling. She heard growling in her physical reality, it was the demons. Back again! would they ever leave? She shrugged with her mind the horrible thoughts and returned once more to happiness and the big red planet that was now facing her. She pulled to a stop, her soul filled with joy at the planet.

Thinking of what Mars would look like she started again and sped towards the planets atmosphere and was near the ground in an instant. Feet lightly touching the ground as she landed. She sat on the ground and took in the surroundings, she was in the middle of a sandstorm looking onwards. Her mind drifted to memories once more.

Now she was remembering when she graduated from university and how proud she was of the achievement, those were good days. The friends she met and experiences in those times were amazing.

Laughter. She heard a low sinister laugh with her ears but she held on to the memories like a weapon. She couldn’t stay in this state much longer but she would try to keep the peace within herself jist to stay in this perfect meditation.

This was her “sleep” time, when she could just relax and let her body sleep but keep her mind awake. She felt a touch on her face, she instinctively opened her eyes. Mars was gone and so was the tranquility she had gained.

Blood red reptilian eyes were an inch from her own, she screamed in panic and saw that this pleased the creature. Its breathing laugh coming out in hisses and coughs. She blinked her eyes and it was gone within seconds. Her body shot up from the laying position in bed.

Trembling hands touched the lamp and the light illuminated the room, nothing that she could see. She eased back in the bed and as she put her back flat to the bed she was frozen in horror. For upon the ceiling the sight of a demon with a sharp wide grin. The demons tongue lowering down to her body, the saliva dripping down onto her face and hair.

She closed her eyes and went straight back to her meditating, it was all she could do to stop the terror and fear. Nothing happened from the demon, no curses, no noise and she could certainly feel no wetness on her face. No evil tongue went near her, this was all an act with these beings. Every night at 3am they would do this but it would never be the same surprise or shock. They were very aware of how creative they should be. She hated these things.

Fernon was the only one who believed in her and he was the one that introduced her to meditations and calming of the mind. If it wernt for him she would have gone insane. It used to be hours of torment with these things, now it was little less than 15 mins to an hour. They used to appear much more frequently before she was able to gain full control of body projection.

She would yell at them sometimes and ask what was it they wanted? They would say sometimes they wanted to play with her or they wanted to kill her. Mostly it was about her soul, something once said that she had offended Satan when she was young.

His voice had been drowned out by angry hisses , there must have been a truth to it possibly. Nevertheless she was aware that she was concentrating on the wrong things and her mind went back to the calm tranquility, a low hiss was heard slowly dissapearing as if down a long corridor. This was a mild terror visit from these beings.

Her resting state was undisturbed and she fell into the universes safe and guarding arms until her alarm would undoubtedly go off at 8am.

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.


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!


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.


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.