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…

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…

Wrath

Well, thought Simon, looking down at the glistening blade in his hand; I guess I am a murderer after all.  He quickly stalked through the corn field. His boots squelched in the mud and he came back to the side of the road where the bodies had been. He slipped the blade into his back…

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…

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…