Tuesday, October 26, 2021
Tags Prose

Tag: prose


Something crawls up my throat, more bitter than honey.

“Everywhere else, death is an end. Death comes, and they draw...

Death comes, and they draw the curtains – Not in Spain. In Spain they open them.

Eve’s Laugh

Humour me with golden words...

Stalked by a bear at high table

perhaps next time i will kill the bear

Moloch 1

'Scream me into the void. I would like to be screamed into the void. Please.'

A Worm on What If

"A delicate chain bobs around his neck (his neck being the whole length of his body, which is just one long neck really); he bought it after watching Normal Worms. Maybe if he looked like worm-Connell, he imagines, things would have been different. Maybe worm-Sharon wouldn’t have left him for worm-Darren."

A Vision of Autumn

"It was uncommonly sultry and dark when I arrived at the Winchester water meadows. The scene was a near stereotype, and it reminded me of those decrepit - far too embellished - landscapes you see in many royal palaces."

“It’s as though I’m being watched”

Cressida Peever’s mystery explores the eery blankness of receiving anonymous postcards