Short Fiction, Poetry and Classic Book Reviews
The Russian's eyebrows converged as his gaze darted between Victor and the gun. He slowly reached out his hand and picked up the weapon, thought for a moment, and then stood and leaned over the desk, offering the gun to Victor. Just before it was within Victor's reach, the Russian yanked his hand back and... Continue Reading →
"Good grief," said Victor. "Would you mind pointing that light somewhere else?" "If you cooperate," said the voice, "I move light. But if you resist..." The light instantly intensified; Victor closed his eyes and turned away. He tried to stand but his feet slipped beneath him, unable to gain traction, and he floundered on the... Continue Reading →
It was a hot August night in Osaka. Mossy, myself and the rest of the band were back at the hotel room. Normally after a gig the room would be an orgy of drinking, feasting, dancing, sword fights, amateur dental surgery, impromptu taxidermy and half-naked circus folk, more often than not resulting in the arrest... Continue Reading →
Wiping the sweat from his face with his sleeve, he perused the room around him. A long, mahogany dining table formed the room's centrepiece, surrounded by twelve chairs. On the table two tall candles generated a bright but limited aura, lighting the middle of the room while leaving its extremities in shadow. Victor smiled and... Continue Reading →
He stepped alongside the wall to his right, turning his head every few steps to check the painting. Once he reached the mirror, he crouched down on his hands and feet and scurried monkey style past the fireplace, beneath the mirror. The chair leg clunked against the floor each time he set down his right... Continue Reading →
Victor stood and went over to the window. The floor in the corner was stained and rotting. "I guess this is the spot he was talking about," he said. "That explains the smell." He rubbed his eyes and stretched, then checked his wristwatch. "An hour 'til midnight. I suppose I'm sleeping here tonight." He crossed... Continue Reading →
Victor flipped to the previous page and stared at its similar colourful spots. The green ones read: THE DREADFUL BEAST GOD. "What is this?" he said. He took off his jacket and laid it on the desk, took the notepad and sat on the bed. Starting from the first page of the book, Victor examined... Continue Reading →
Victor sat on the floor cross-legged, trying to steady his breathing. Behind him it sounded as though a tiny engine kicked into gear. "Oh no," he whispered. He looked behind him and saw a wasp hovering at his eye level. Before he could turn himself around the wasp flew at him. With his rear end... Continue Reading →
Marco Palazzo had a rare disease, That turned his dandruff to Parmesan cheese. He worked at a restaurant five nights a week, As a valet attendant but sometimes he'd sneak, In the back of the kitchen where food was prepared, He'd scratch at his scalp and ruffle his hair, And get his dandruff all loose... Continue Reading →