Tasty Free Things… of Altered States.
Gosh well here it is, the day of reckoning. Another anthology I’m proud to be a part of has launched unto the void today. Beneath that marvellous cover to the left, of Altered States… Read More
Gosh well here it is, the day of reckoning. Another anthology I’m proud to be a part of has launched unto the void today. Beneath that marvellous cover to the left, of Altered States… Read More
The formation of nuns sweeps in low. Behind them the storm gathers, a bridal train of dark fury. The seven Sisters circle the bandits and a sweeping veil of storm traps them, like… Read More
Recently I had a minor naval gazing dilemma stroke drama. I was reading other writers’ work and bemoaning what I saw as the vast echoing chasm of difference between how they tortured their… Read More
Bandits roar down the hillside, spew dust out behind, a yellow smog. Choke leans forward over the handlebars, grins around the stub of his stogie. The charm from the gypsy bangs against the… Read More
Rolf dips and sways to the music, plots extravagant orbits about the floor. A dizzying display. Twirls the foul creature in his arms. Tries not to look through the gauzy purple of her… Read More
Margo stares out into the maelstrom, it churns lunatic waltzes in the cat green glow of her eyes. Grainy black teeth gnash against the glass of the porthole. She gnashes back at them.… Read More
Eyes black and shiny as a corvid’s, Rolf scans the bustling hold. Sifts memories from minds like wheat from chaff. They flood through him, fill him to brimming with whispers, fragments, images. A… Read More