Crisis

The ceiling isn’t any colour in particular. This bothers her for a variety of reasons: It was blue yesterday. Things usually stay the same colour as they always have been, unless they’re chameleons. Her ceiling isn’t a chameleon. The silence all of a sudden isn’t calming but intruding on an otherwise colourful and loud life-…

The House

The house looked exactly like every other house in the neighborhood. The guy that lived there seemed alright, too. Mr Turner was a hunched wrinkle of a man who wheezed as he walked, but when he was walking his poodle, Cujo, around the neighborhood park, he always seemed very friendly- especially around the neighborhood children….

Molly’s Day

I think you ought to know- Molly was feeling very depressed that day. In fact, you could say Molly was feeling so downright bereft that she wanted to throw herself in front of a bus. I mean, it’d been a hell of a day- she’d gotten fired from her job in the service industry because…

Fire, Part IV: Wildfire

Rupert stares at the box that is arrogant enough to think it can contain him for the next 24 hours. Please. Even if he hadn’t cleaned all the evidence from the house, he has a sparkling reputation at work to back him up- mindless worker drones who will instantly back him up, simply because they…

Fire: Part III, The Spark

TWO YEARS LATER: Kingstone’s father didn’t get jolly after a drink or two. He got fucking pissed. She remembered the bruises on her mother that she didn’t understand, and she remembered the night her father left. It wasn’t like in the movies, with a huge fight and breaking glass and raining hard outside- it was…

The Victorian Gothic

So, in honour of Charlotte Bronte’s unbirthday (shut up, they’re totally a thing and it’s not just an excuse to better understand Jane Eyre), we’re having a look at the conventions of the Victorian Gothic this week. But before we can look specifically at the Victorian Gothic genre, let’s get some things straight about the…

Fire, Part I- The Kindling

A dingy, trashed mess of a place- the bar was its usual self. But, it had alcohol. Rupert liked that. He held up his fingers at the barman, who nodded and gave him a glass of blood-red wine, leaving the bottle on the bar while Rupert paid and twisted on his stool to survey the…

Simon’s Halloween

It was a wonderful night for it. That is- dying. It was the kind of night that begged to be left alone, and yet would not be laid to rest. The street was more quiet than the others- that was why Simon had chosen to walk down it. He wasn’t the kind of man to…

The Corvus Corax

It was late, I noted. I had arrived as the sun had set and could not allow myself the futile respite sleep would grant me. The clock told me it was midnight, and the thunder outside told me that the sky was about to reciprocate my sorrows. I had been unable to sleep or write and…

Necropolis

The ground has teeth here. They love to open and gnash and swallow humans whole. They’re grey as life’s goal and end… Looking there fills you with fear. . The goth wannabes be hanging onto that uvula, The oldsters are avoiding the place like the plague, Because love of death is the worst hamartia And…