An Inn In The Dark

For years now light had been  a precious commodity, by torch you would live and by fire you would die, reserved for a life time and appreciated like fine wine.   The smell  of this place was almost as dank and musty as the begrudging darkness that swilled within the eye.  Great sights had been lost …

A Sight of Pure Sacrifice

His eyes had long since left him, decayed through  age and mercury.  The once mighty  farmer now tended to a retired garden, with  the delicacy  and precaution of a roe deer padding through forest ground.  He was alone in this endeavour, with a mighty heart ache that once throbbed for a dear wife whose inconsiderate …

Scrawled Notes – Recovered From A Cave In Colorado – 1962

Fore note: Pieces of paper written in the first person were discovered by a group of four hikers in the Colorado mountains.  The notes appear to be printed on paper, though the ink used does not match the region - being that from a form of possible squid.  As yet to be discovered.  The note …

The Gate

I feel alone, deeply alone, as if I am the only occupant of this world.  I am not lonely, I do not crave the attention or the admiration of my peers.  Nor do I find it hard to converse with those outside of my shell.  And yet I am plagued by my mind, an internal …

The Ghost In Conversation

He was as he was to them, a prop within their eyes, for when their lips sung of tales and wisdom they never needed his ear.  Only when life around them failed to be, did his presence take more shape.  Like a spectre he moved through his home, a guest on their feet, unable to …

The Mill

He was to grind the bones that came on the cart.  The owner of the land demanded it, he provided the skeletons, they would grind them to dust, from this they made the flour, from this they made the fertiliser.  His mill was large and powered by wind.  Its magnificent spire reaching below the clouds, …

The View

He loved his home, it was positioned delicately upon the edge of a cliff.  But thirty years ahead it would be claimed by eroding waves into the vastness of his ocean, and drown with no man to stop it.  From his bay window he watched as lush grass flowed out into the endlessness of blue, …

They Awoke

It was always cold within this room, like churlish mockery biting at one’s ears.  It was so freezing it spoke to you, whispered horrors that only a fire could evade.  “When you die, I’ll be there, I’ll be within you.  Your heart can’t beat forever, your warmth will be my vanquish”.  He didn’t let it …

The Mad Hounds

It always placed itself in the same place every night.  Its ominous emptying stare always watching your every move whilst never looking at you, The Eye.  From early age he had been told never too look at it.  Never to even glance at it. And never, even with death placed against your head, its cold …

We All Are Alone

We are all alone.  He knew this, he admitted, accepted, and lived with this thought a constant in his mind.  He existed in a sad, one-bedroom, apartment in the tower.  His walls had more than he, though they too felt separate.  Their decaying paint was being replaced by mould growing into a dank bemoaning stain …