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I was born in Surrey (England), brought up in Galicia (Spain) and currently reside in a small town in the North West of England... I've always enjoyed writing, scribbling away on scraps of paper and daydreaming whilst the world happens around me.

Friday, 26 September 2014

Ghouls, #10weeksofhorror challenge


Week 6! Written from my best friends' spare room at what might as well be midnight, after a very long day that started at 5.45, was followed by work and a 3 hour drive across the country! Here's my offering! 

They creeped and crawled
Those nasty ghouls
They sniped and lashed
They spat, they drooled
Always beware
Of those nasty ghouls

They roasted your kids
Those nasty ghouls
They sliced and diced them
They even refried them!
Always beware
Of those nasty ghouls

They choked and gnawed
Those nasty ghouls
They seasoned and spiced
They ate them up nice
Always beware
Of those nasty ghouls 

They picked at their teeth
Those nasty ghouls
They used the kids' ribs
They tossed them aside then
Always beware
Of those nasty ghouls 


Saturday, 20 September 2014

Weekend at work vs Ways I'd rather spend my time

Here it is, a few hours late, but as promised, week 7 of the #10weeksofhorror challenge. My offering.

Weekend at work vs Ways I'd rather spend my time


‘The last thing you’ll see is a crow.’ The words echoed inside my otherwise empty mind, panic had stripped it from all other thoughts. The giant hammer fell in front of me again. I skipped out of the way, just in time. It was getting to be a closer call each time. I was getting too worn down. The horned beast’s bulky muscles rippled under his matted fur, his sweat looked like oil, dark and slick. My head spun as he heaved the hammer back into the air for another blow, without pause. I jumped, he missed, the air the hammer misplaced stung at the wounds down my face and neck.
            ‘Kill him Desmondos!’ someone in the crowd yelled. A roar of agreement rose like a hate wave. I’d almost forgotten they were there.
            ‘Squish his head!’ this was met with a less enthusiastic response, it was probably too mild in nature, it was yelled by a six year old girl though. This audience was blood thirsty.
            Desmondos hollered, it was a guttural roar filled with bloody phlegm. I sighed and ran as fast as my shackled legs allowed. He charged. All I could think was that less than 12 hours earlier I had been in my car, on my way to work, cussing my bad luck at drawing the short straw for the weekend shift. Now I stood in a sandpit arena facing off against a Minotaur. Life, it throws some curve balls.
            Desmondos yelled something that sounded like a threat and ran at me again. Still, maybe this was preferable to the office. The crowd roared again, and I noticed the old crone. Of course there was an old crone involved, when isn't there in this type of situation? She sent a cold chill down my spine. As I looked at her she winked. I guess it doesn't matter what dimension you’re in, a wink is a multiversal symbol. Desmondos swung the hammer, I ducked below it and rolled under him, between his strong stench covered legs. This threw him off balance.
            I noticed he was falling backwards at the last second, and did the best forward role anyone has seen since fourth grade, it was messy, clumsy, the shackles got in the way, but I bet a bunch of kids would've clapped. The kids in the crowd booed, but they just wanted to see blood, so couldn't be blamed for their lack of cheer at the sight of my lucky escape. A loud gong clanged and the crowd rose to their feet, they looked outraged. From the sky fell a black winged beast the size of a horse on steroids.

            The creature, on closer inspection that I’d wish I hadn't had the chance to experience, looked like a crow. Shit, I thought to myself, well, this is it. The crow fell onto Desmondos, and in a fast second he tore off the Minotaur’s head. It swallowed the head whole and flew off again. The crowd gave a round of applause that was almost overwhelmed by the sounds of their booing. I felt oddly relieved. The crone smiled a toothless grin at me. Well, she’d told me there’d be a crow. 

Friday, 12 September 2014

Flash fiction #10weeksofhorror challenge

Friday arrived, and I've just finished a week full of work stress. So, for my offering this week, a flash fiction piece... short and sweet, hope you enjoy! #10weeksofhorror #8nuns


In the closet, in the dark, she hid, listening. A heavy weight dragged then thumped. The floorboards creaked.Drag and thump. Drag and thump. She tried not to make a sound, not to even breathe. Her body shook with fear. Drag and thump. It was getting closer. Drag and thump. The floorboards creaked again, this time closer still. Silence filled the house, she held her breath and prayed. She knew he was listening. The bodies of her dead sisters lay around the house as proof of what he was capable.The floorboard creaked again, he was shifting his weight, listening intently in every direction. She knew it, she could sense it, even if she couldn’t see him. She couldn’t see anything in that dark. Drag and thump. His sudden movement startled her. She barely made a sound, but it was enough. Drag and thump. Closer. Drag and thump. Closer. Drag and thump. BANG the door flew open. A toothy grin greeted her. A shriek let loose out of her body. She’d be joining her sisters now.

Friday, 5 September 2014

Sirens

#10weeksofhorror writing challenge is upon us once more! My second offering comes in the form of poetry, but hopefully remains as gruesome as expected of a Halloween tale...

ps forgive me if my French is a little rusty... 

Sirens

Her ghoulish teeth dripped with spit
Sharpened claws caked with grit
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it


Her mouth expels hate and bile
Foul sounds behind a smile
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it


Broken bones inside your ears
From screeches filled with tears
And still, she approaches
And still, you allow it


Crawling out from depths below
Cat like eyes pierce and glow
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it


She takes a whiff, just a sniff
Of your eau de corps stiff
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it


Her eyes spoke untold torture
Yet you chose to fuck her
And then, she encroaches
And still, you don’t see it


Her hands plunge into your chest
You’ll now find eternal rest
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat


A meaty bite your heart did serve
Feel that last dying nerve
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat


You refused to despise her
Just an appetizer
And now, bon appétit
But still, she needs to eat


J'ai bien mangé mon petit chéri
Merci pour votre offre
Mais je dois partir
Merci, et bonne nuit