Stories and Paintings
We walked back along the tunnel, took a left turn and headed up a long, steep ramp. “So, what are the clones going to do?” I asked. “They’ll split up,” said LaShawn. “With them running around, it will confuse Jimmy O’Shea’s men—the clones might even kill a few of them. And, hopefully, they’ll keep... Continue Reading →
Between LaShawn’s fingers oozed a greyish yellow goo. “See,” he said, holding the goo out for me to inspect, “no blood.” I leaned in and peered at the strange substance, then poked it with my finger. “Huh,” I said. “It’s like dough, runny dough.” “Exactly. No brains, no fragments of skull, just this stuff.”... Continue Reading →
A spurt of metallic barking shattered the moment, and three bullets smashed into the base of the stage. Any higher and they would have taken out Nils. I froze in terror, wishing not to die, not just yet. “Who was that?” demanded one of the men in black. He stepped forward from the line.... Continue Reading →
We spent the next hour and a half setting up weapons, hiding spots, booby traps, decoys and ammunition stashes. Not all of it made sense to me. Budgie spent nearly the entire time—and time was a precious and fleeting resource—up on the roof installing an antenna. Surely with a platoon of British gang members... Continue Reading →
A dockside office in Grimsby, 12th March 1999. Two men in tracksuits—one black and one red—stood waiting in the dim moonlight seeping through the window. “This is a bad idea,” said the man in the black tracksuit, in between biting his thumbnail. “We should have run as soon as it happened.” The man in the... Continue Reading →
Way down south a long time ago, When folks were content and life moved slow, Was a place where a cactus wouldn't dare grow, And they called it Devil's Pass. Few people knew and even less cared, That out on that land where the ground was bare, A iron-willed family had built a house... Continue Reading →
Binkle the elf and his crew took the sleigh, In a flash they were off, they were up and away. They travelled like lightning on two reindeer’s power, And hit eight armoured trucks in twenty-four hours. They swooped in on a large-scale drug deal uninvited, But with Rudolph’s red nose they were easily sighted.... Continue Reading →
A collection of short poems.
