The Roundhead, Part 8 – Hammers And Claws

“I’ve lost count how many times we’ve done this part, where I tell you what’s taken place, how many times that thing has taken my life, and taken me back to the start, back when this all began. Always, like a film, it rolls, some things are exactly the same no matter what I try…

Faded Flesh

Time is reset, as we’re made to relive, the story again, over and over, each moment, each choice, remade, replayed, obstacles changed, trusts betrayed, the beast makes its move, and plays its hand, but so do we, death, is fluid, as is life, for our sins, we will fight, in faded flesh, to get, into,…

The Roundhead, Part 7 – Coffin Nails

One Year Ago He stares out the window, the lights of the city burst, pop, flicker and shake, he spins around, clutching his neck, as he feels something cold touch him, but the room is empty. He slowly turns around, looking back out the window again, and freezes in place. In the reflection of the…

Final Thoughts

I can’t remember where it all started, I just know one day I had an idea, a story of darkness, of blood, it had a name, The Roundhead it was called, I carried it like an expecting mother, and then I birthed it into this world, little did I know, that this simple little story,…

Horrorween Day 7 – Names – 50 Word Story Expanded

“How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?” “I’m sorry okay, it’s just force of habit, you do something for so long you ju….” “I don’t care, my name is Simone now, not Peter. It’s about respecting who I am, not who I was!” “Don’t you dare throw that…

Horrorween Day 7 – Names – 50 Word Story

“How many times have I told you not to call me by that name?” “I’m sorry okay, it’s just force of habit, you do something for so long you ju….” “I don’t care, my name is Simone now, not Peter. It’s about respecting who I am, not who I was!”   Keep an eye out…

Death Board

Names erased, their blood spilt, their sins now with the beast, the fight seems lost, it thinks it’s won, and now its drawing down to the final hour, our fate in the hands of fiction, in the hands of the unknown, can my words save us, or will they be unwritten? can the past break…

The Roundhead, Part 6 – Crossing Over

The room spins, he tastes the saltiness of blood on his tongue, he tries to move, but the pain that rips through his body, is agonising, paralysing him to the spot. Seconds, soon turn into minutes, as he lies there, starring up at the ceiling, before finally, trying again. This time, he manages to push…

Horrorween Day 6 – Pathetic – 50 Word Story Expanded

“Why Vincent? Why does all this have to happen?” “You know why, you know what you did.” “Is this still about Becca? It was an accident, you know it was. I never meant for it happen the way it did, she wasn’t supposed to be with Kyle, she was supposed to be…” “Don’t, just don’t….

Horrorween Day 6 – Pathetic – 50 Word Story

“You make me sick, your kind always do, leeches, bottom feeders, scum. You survive by feeding on the weak and vulnerable because you have no skill, no strength, no real power, you’re pathetic, just like the rest of your species!” “Untie me and find out, or are you too scared?” You can read the 50…