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where the impossible seems three shorts steps to the left, and one giant leap into insanity…
In an attempt to encourage reviews for the first book, we're having some fun, twisted fun in fact. The advertising campaign we are running is one of bad reviews, and we want as many of them as possible, the below examples should give you an idea of what we're after. Do you think you can …
I saw it before it happened, I felt the blood hit my face before it sprang from your neck, the look in your eyes was of no surprise, I saw it there and I could not care, putrid and depressing, was the foulness of you, constantly threatening to destroy my sanity, interrupting my joy, sodomizing …
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How the lies fascinate me, how your touch makes me dry reach, purposefully betraying, every word you say, suffocating tomorrow, with the lust of yesterday, I creep and I crawl, over floor and over wall, my blade buries deep, in a home made for one, you made me a joke, you made me your fool, …
To celebrate the release of the first collection of short stories, I thought it’d be smart to revisit some of the stories that find themselves included in the collection. This was the first story that I posted on the blog, and to be honest, it’s still one of my favorites. If you enjoy the small preview, sign up to the mailing list to score a free copy of the anthology, or, if you’re feeling crazy, buy a copy!
But, whatever you do, know this on fact, true love, real love, it never dies, NEVER!
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 what must be done, you’re endangering everyone with your stupidity!” his father yells back as he avoids the shovels blade as Samuel swings it violently towards him again…..
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Simplicity at its finest, words roll from my tongue, like they were destined to be said, my hate given form, my darkness given shape, lies upon lies, burying the truth, shameful is my sin, yet, in the house of man, I am given a seat, at the head of his table, I am the weapon …
Today we're doing something new, launching the first collection of short stories that once found their home here, on this blog. The thirty-one short stories have been reworked, edited and cleaned up, so they are, what I hope, the best version of themselves they can be, along with a super awesome cover designed by YAZGAR …
Continue reading "Twisted Roads – An Anthology Of Twisted Tales – Volume One"
Children bitter about their lives, strike out towards their so-called abusers, separating fact from fiction, knowingly following the lie, reprogramming themselves, twisting their words and their actions, to another's song, how revolting the end is, aren't you glad you stayed, to watch it all exploded out your lazy fat arse. Sign up to The Twisted …
Continue reading "What’s It All Mean, When Nothing Makes Sense"
Separate the alliance for war, betrayal is a failure, trust no longer a common practice, fate of the many, lost in the hands of the few, dark days, rivers of blood, many holes to be dug, in the end, it was nothing but a misguided step, by a lover, not a hater, and mankind, she …
It started slowly, passing from person to person, infecting, destroying, decaying, all that was built, the world wasn't ready, hope, was out of reach, three days after the first case of infection was reported, eighty-three percent of the earths population, had fallen ill with the disease, two days after that, it wasn't about treating the …
Continue reading "For When The Toll Of The Bell Calls For You"
Dark times are coming, I've seen it, through eyes of the dead, the lords, the rulers, the keepers of kingdom, who wait, who prepare power, for their return, the one, the maker, the lord of lords, but little do they know, he is not just missing, she has not just gone in search of who …
let reality as you know it, fall away, and instead, embrace what I say, what my words paint for you, as the truth, I know from the cradle we are taught, what is, is, and lies, fantasy, and fiction, only exist in our minds, in movies and book, but, what if this world we live, …
Tales told from ages gone, whispered through time, from old to young, a beast, a demon, half man, half animal, born of hate, twisted from a gods gift to man, locked in the darkness, kept in a maze, its victims feed by its master, the beast its slave, hate, villainy, a hero, it's defeat, but it's …
Mining pennies from the well of despair, it came to me there, making promises, offering me a way out, free of my past, free of my sins, a deal it said, one signed in blood, I sat there, soaking in my own shit, despising everything I was, it promised me again, it said my past …
My good friend Yazgar had a read of M is for's final draft, and came up with this dark image. Totally smashed it in so many ways, humbled to know words inspired this.
Soil on my hands, reaching beneath my nails, pensive is my soul, retreating in, avoiding my sin, forgetting my deeds, erasing my past, a sovereign of man, a splinter of hope, the spoils of war, are not what I hoped, my cries in the night, my tears soak my bed, my kingdom, my freedom, is …
Constantly trying to find a way home, promises paved with lies, hidden messages that fade into darkness, the truth no longer true, lost somewhere inside you, freedom a woman, filled with hatred from my mistakes, my curse, my sin, my awakening, your smile that once set my heart a flutter, adorns your face, while you …
Is this all a dream, one that doesn't end, my eyes won't open, my mind is lost, in an endless world, of nightmares out of my control, screaming but being unheard, mercy, please someone kill me, release me from this place, release me from inside, my body my prison, my jail, my fear. Sign up …
Really loving the darkness that Yazgar is playing around with since he got his new iPad, a whole new direction almost. Killing it!
Subliminal messages etched in flesh, itchy rashes was how it started, I scratched for days, ointments failed, it burned, it stung, the doctors drew blood, but shrugged their shoulder, sent me away, it's then I noticed the words, then sentences, at first I didn't believe what I saw, but as they slowly started to become …
I'm working on something for another blog, it's an idea that is starting to crystallize, but, I don't know if I'm getting carried away with the set up, or just doing what I normally do, which is have too much fun with dialogue... Anyway, I thought I would share the beginning of my idea. It …
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