And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 53)

    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 →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 52)

    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 →

And There Was Ninja Moustache (Chapter 13)

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 →

Poem: The Siege of Devil’s Pass

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 →

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