Category: Fiction
Part 17
There was a woman. There was a boy. Laid her hands on him. Adult hands. Repeated. Guilty. Pleasures. An untruth. A lie. To be used. To control. To make him return. Hands everywhere. Boy’s clothes. Unbuttoned. Fingers. Thumbs. Unzipped. Not yet a man. No longer a child. What pleasure. Photographs. Evidence. Out of reach. To be used. Then. An invite. […]
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City. Street. Building. Stairs. Corridor. Desk. Man. Power. Today. Fifty. Women. Girls. Children. Guards. Armed. Clubs. Leather. Straps. Queuing. Presented. Viewed. Mon. Sat. Candle. Candle. Wed. Candle. Sun. Mon. Candle. Tue. Tue. Sun. Till. Fifty. Viewed. Pissing. Fear. Stench. As good as dead. Chicken skinned. Plucked. Bloated. Giblets for legs. Occasional guard. Maybe first time. Smashes child’s face. Then quiet. […]
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Part 16
Follow the road. Burton Agnes Hall. A straight road. Via right. Via left. A straight road. Getting higher. Via right. Via left. A straight road. Via right. Via left. Rudston. One road. Gets higher. Higher. Higher. At some point. In the distance. The feeling. Changes. Thousands of spirits. Rolling down hills. Bellowing smoke. Shadows. Offended. Deaths. Deities. Spirits. At some […]
» Read moreLisitskiaia’s Quarter Picked
A Russia based horror story Lieutenant Grigori Tselikova was in no mood for bullshit after an eight hour drive from Kemerovo airport on bad roads in a worn out Volkswagen and a night getting bitten by dog fleas in a run down pension. Before Yakov Lisitskaia even opened his mouth Grigori sensed the area uchastkovyi was full of it and […]
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It was not always like this. Midsummer. Watching Travellers. Small village camp. Not far from houses. But far enough. For both. Mysterious. Intriguing. Fornicating. A young girl. If I was nine. She was ten. Beautiful. Traveller girl. Her face. A subtitled movie. Her hair. The darkest Danube. Diamonds in her ears. Jade eyes. Romanian dress. Her face lined with centuries […]
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Part 13
They started in Autumn. “Everyday a Fresh Start”. A mantra. On screens. In eyes. Vehicles. Some caged. Thousands for the cause. Human traffic. To the outskirts. “Candles are Your Light”. On gates. From a distance towers. On approach white plumes. The smell of change. Familiar. The main candle. Towering. “Candle, candle, burning bright. Five hundred burning every night”. Replicated. Remorselessly. […]
» Read moreBeamo’s Gold part 20
Beamo and the outlaws continue philosophizing around the campfire while awaiting Bonehead and Major Kaim’s return.
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