Left alone on rainy Thursday evenings, my mind tends to wander.... This next is an excerpt for something I'm tinkering with - try supernatural-futuristic-gory-London-noir-graphic-novel-script and you'd be about there..... Gruesome deaths, inept police and the idea of getting the vigilante you deserve.... Anyway, here's something delightful (written part comic script, part just as it comes, I'm not good at formatting!):
Thursday, 18 February 2010
Tuesday, 2 February 2010
The Music Box
This one dates back to last summer or so, but I have a soft spot for it so thought I'd share. Now if I could only shake the tendency to kill people off...
The Music Box
The Music Box
The familiar chime of the doorbell roused her from the Telegraph crossword. She wasn’t expecting anyone, so chances were it was an earnest West Indian Christian or an over-eager young electricity salesman. Half-tempted to ignore it, she rallied herself, and strode with a sense of purpose along the hallway to her front door.
The postman. Of course, the postman. He handed her a cardboard box, the size of a shoebox but made of heavier card and bandaged with packing tape. A grunt and a wave of a clipboard translated as “ sign here”. With as pleasant a smile as she could muster in the face of unnecessary surliness, she signed the clipboard, barely reaching the last r-y of her surname before the clipboard was ripped away and the postman bounded off.
She made her way back to the kitchen at the end of the hall and resumed her place at the homely oak table. She laid the package on top of her unfinished crossword and considered it for a while. It was postmarked Brighton, which meant that it had something to do with Beatrice. She needed a deep breath or two before she was ready to open it.
Friday, 22 January 2010
Something a bit different - what you get when you mentally start with the phrase "it was a dark and stormy night...". Click Read More to find the rest of it.....
From the sea
The stranger came through the night rain towards the bleak farmhouse. He was as wet as the rain itself, a black figure on a black night. The owls, the foxes, all were sheltering tonight. He had been walking alone for a long time, the sky’s rain mixing with his blood as wounds old and new failed to heal.
From the sea
The stranger came through the night rain towards the bleak farmhouse. He was as wet as the rain itself, a black figure on a black night. The owls, the foxes, all were sheltering tonight. He had been walking alone for a long time, the sky’s rain mixing with his blood as wounds old and new failed to heal.
The farmhouse looked at first like a continuation of the wet, black rocks that surrounded it. It took some time for his eyes to pick out the straight lines, the corners, the shapes that told him this was made by man. He approached the house carefully. Shelter and perhaps food, possibly people. It would become more complex if there were people. People would ask him his name.
Dredd's Desires - another 2000 AD competition story
Second story submitted to 2000AD competition in December 09. Click Read More for the conclusion... Enjoy :-)
Dredd’s Desires
Dredd approaches the machine, checking up and down the street. All quiet.
He inserts his credits. The screen in front of him flickers for a moment before a beautiful woman’s face appears.
“Good day!” the machine greets him huskily. “I am here to fulfil your needs. Please answer the following questions. Name?”
Dredd punches at the screen. The woman on screen smiles in encouragement.
“Occupation?”
He punches again.
“What four things are you never without?”
He thinks and types – helmet, Lawgiver, Lawmaster – it gets tricky after three. Ha! I am never without the law!
“Thank you. Please wait while we cater to your specific requirements.” She smiles again and – was that a wink?
Dredd’s Desires
Dredd approaches the machine, checking up and down the street. All quiet.
He inserts his credits. The screen in front of him flickers for a moment before a beautiful woman’s face appears.
“Good day!” the machine greets him huskily. “I am here to fulfil your needs. Please answer the following questions. Name?”
Dredd punches at the screen. The woman on screen smiles in encouragement.
“Occupation?”
He punches again.
“What four things are you never without?”
He thinks and types – helmet, Lawgiver, Lawmaster – it gets tricky after three. Ha! I am never without the law!
“Thank you. Please wait while we cater to your specific requirements.” She smiles again and – was that a wink?
Scarlet Dreams - a 2000AD short story comp entry
Posted on the 2000AD Forum Short Story Competition, December 09, theme: love and rockets. Click Read More to see how it ends...
Scarlet Dreams
You dream a lot in twelve hundred years.
Your everyday mind and your body may be out of action but your unconscious self takes longer to switch off.
Your everyday mind and your body may be out of action but your unconscious self takes longer to switch off.
I had dreams of war and killing, dead planets I’ve never known.
Dreams of bounty hunting, the greatest days I’ve had, the cold feel of long steel, the pump and recoil of the blaster, the rippled grip of brass on knuckles, playing with time and playing with fire. Our war against the world, a war fought for money and for kicks, sneck, I dreamed of those kicks.
Day One - The Author Makes A Start
A repository for words and, perhaps, deeds, where stories will emerge, hopefully be read, helpfully be critiqued and ultimately... well... Let's just say that I shall post (occasionally) random stories from the soft underbelly of my brain. If you like them, please say so.
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