1.1 - The Little Boy

Submitted by dash on Sun, 24/01/2010 - 22:44
Topic: stories

'...our land, our country. We won't go into the night like slaves - no - we will fight our enemies like warriors! When they look back on today they will remember us; the few who died to save the lives of many.'

The Captain drew himself up before his loyal troops as he finished speaking. It had been a good speech, a glorious call to arms, rousing the rabble from their sadness and preparing them for the last big push. It was make or break time. The brave Captain surveyed the scene before him and slowly raised his right fist.  ...read more »




Prologue, Part 3

Submitted by dash on Tue, 19/01/2010 - 17:42
Topic: stories

'Ah, but my boy, I know everything.' The stink of the man's breath was more effective than the Schumann at clearing the Hunter's head. He looked into the piercing blue eyes and thought about the bodies downstairs. The painful months of trailing this ruthless bastard across the country, unravelling his infernal deceptions and getting so close, so many times. The Hunter had always been convinced there was more going on here than pure sociopathy, but nobody believed him. 'He's just another killer', they had said, 'just a little bit cleverer than the others, that's all'.  ...read more »




Prologue, Part 2

Submitted by dash on Mon, 11/01/2010 - 18:31
Topic: stories

The Neuros sensed the Hunter's imminent mental collapse and responded quickly by feeding a gentle melody into the earbuds, Schumann's Traumerei played gently on a beautiful Bösendorfer to a hushed Festival Hall. Once it would have soothed him, helped him to focus his mind but tonight, it reverberated cruelly around his skull, mocking the dreaful seriousness of the situation. The Shadow was closer and more oppressive than it had ever been.  ...read more »




Prologue, Part 1

Submitted by dash on Mon, 04/01/2010 - 19:13
Topic: stories

The staccato bursts of the girl's rifle firing up the staircase faded as the Hunter ran quietly out of the old building. It took all his willpower to resist the urge to look back, to stay and help the girl. He knew she was good enough not to let the horror of the sudden and quite unexpected destruction of their tight-knit little unit get in the way of finishing the job they had started. She would keep the bastard pinned down and distracted for a while. Long enough for him to find another route up there.  ...read more »




Fatherhood

Submitted by stu on Mon, 04/01/2010 - 13:37

Mummy, why is Daddy still on fire?
He isn't screaming anymore, perhaps he isn't having fun -
I will pour more petrol on him, that will wake him up again!

Mummy, why is Daddy going blue?
I tied the knots all nice and tight, he kicked his legs about a bit -
I will kick the chair away, that will do the trick!

Mummy, why is Daddy's blood so slow?
It gushed and spurted out at first, but now there's just a trickle -
I will put the knife back in, and see if any more comes out!

Mummy, why is Daddy on the floor?
I put the strychnine in his dinner, hoping it would taste all nice -
I will fill his mouth with arsenic, that will get him up again!

Mummy, why is Daddy underwater?
I tied the breeze-blocks to his wrists, thinking it would help him swim -
I will drop some concrete on him, that will make him float!

Mummy, why is Daddy banging on the door?
I locked the tiger in his room, so that he could play with it -
I will put the leopard in too, then they will have fun together!




The Seekers

Submitted by admin on Mon, 04/01/2010 - 11:46
Seekers Cover
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