The Twisted Roads To My Madness
Damon Welford slams the door shut and slowly steps backwards and falls to the ground in a heap, tears rolling down his cheeks, his moment of self-pity is interrupted by the sound of clapping coming from the lounge room, he nervously turns his head and his rage intensifies, sitting on the couch is a smug […]
The small house shakes violently and Ollie tumbles off the couch and crashes into a pile of beer cans that litter the floor, he scrambles to his feet and looks around the room as everything vibrates vigorously, photos crash to the ground, furniture jitters around the room and the first thought that goes through Ollie’s […]
‘She sits on the edge of the bed and takes a drag on her cigarette, staring at the smashed screen in front of her. Dried blood covers her face and hands, the cowboy’s naked body lies on the floor…’
She sits in the attic and stares at the large dusty, cobweb covered chest and nervously wipes them away from around the lock and places a key inside, and her heart skips a beat as it turns. For more years than she can remember her mother never let her near the chest, but in the […]
He clutches his father’s hand tightly and wipes the tears from his eyes, he watches as his father, this man who has always been such a huge, strong man, relies now on machines to keep him alive. How quickly this all happened, only a day or two ago they were sitting out on his deck […]
‘Sonya stands at the bar and looks around the room, as soon as she locks eyes with him, she knows that tonight, he is the one, she can feel it between her legs, becoming moist at the thought of his touch. He casually makes his way towards her, both exchanging smiles….’
I decided that all the pretty little headers are nothing more than a distraction, and in some way, a time waster. If you can believe this, The Truck header took longer to get right than it took me to actually write the story. So after a few moments to think I decided that instead I […]
He pushes the bikes throttle to the maximum as he tears down the street, his heart thumping in his chest viciously as he rides more on instinct than awareness. The numbers displayed on the inside of his helmet continue to count down and he tries to push the bike harder, faster, but he knows he […]
He feels his face and grimaces with pain, the deep cut under his eye flows freely with blood, he places the sleeve of his jumper over his hand and presses it against the wound. Next to him lies the body of his attacker, his cold, dead eyes staring at him. For what seems like forever […]
She digs her fingernails into the floorboards and drags herself closer towards the doorway and looks over her shoulder in desperation, over at his still unmoving body that lies a few feet away. She reaches out again and drags herself closer to the door as a foot comes stomping down onto her hand and she […]
‘He stands underneath the shower, letting the water wash away his sins, his body scarred and bruised, he feels a hand slide around his chest from behind, and then her naked body pressing up against him….’
Stay classy, what the fuck is it supposed to mean? I mean seriously, when some fucking numb skull gives you a wink and says, stay classy kid, how the fuck are you supposed to take it? OK, I guess to really understand it’s meaning you really have to know what sort of situation it was […]
She runs a hand through her hair and grips a clump of it in frustration and looks across the table at him, he smiles uncomfortably at her, showing a mouthful of rotten teeth. She clears her throat before she speaks again, “Can we start at the beginning, again?” She says. “What do you mean by the beginning? Before or […]
‘Sunset Heights has, for many years, been one of those Downtown suburbs that draws attention to itself for all the wrong reasons, its past is littered with stories of violence and death, stories that make you wonder why people keep living here…’
The wind blows through the trees, scattering it’s leaves through the air with a ferociousness, sending them floating helplessly across the park. Clive Foster tightens the grip on his jacket as the wind cuts through his clothing and forces a cold shiver through his body that sends his teeth into a violent clatter. With his […]
Melinda sits on the side of her bed, and the tears run down her face uncontrollably as the day finally takes its toll on her. Jeremy makes his way into the room carrying a glass of water and sits down beside her placing a hand on her leg and handing her the glass. She looks […]
The banging on the door cause his heart to race a million miles an hour, panic sets in and he quickly scans over the monitor to his left and highlights the door camera. A well-dressed man holding a briefcase stands at the door and patiently waits for an answer. He clears his throat of the […]
‘The bike cruises through the city streets like a hot knife through butter, sweat pours down his face and into his eyes, stinging them, and the helmet makes it impossible to wipe them away. He shoots around the corner with the bike on its side, and can feel the street bed brush past his knee as he leans into it and then pulls the bike upright and kicks it forward….’
He sits there staring into his now cold cup of coffee, lost in a million different thoughts all at once. So lost in fact that he doesn’t notice the man enter the café until he is standing in front of him. “Hello? Is anyone in there?” the man says, Detective inspected Frank Clifford looks up […]
He swings the shovel violently towards the two men, and blood and dirt flicks off the blade and splashes into the wet ground with the rain. “I told you to go, I won’t tell you again!” He yells. “Samuel, son, for fuck sake, she gone, it’s not her anymore. You have to let us do […]
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The Twisted Roads To My Madness 