AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR
A hand taken,
a moment short,
liquid dreams filled with nightmares,
you asked the tide to come in,
but never allowed it to stay,
a figment seen but not heard,
the imagination on its own,
we lied to save face,
yet yielded when we didn’t need to,
for the signs were shown,
before the a wave was given,
a pleasure the end result,
even when the sky drew near…
Wicked seas rode,
high yet low,
ashore the damnation given,
below the waters hidden,
a single martyr,
a feast to rejoice,
proclamations of a father,
when the mother is not carrying a son,
faded jingles,
we strive to see the moon,
perished with the dying,
a womb empty too soon,
a seeded disaster,
an ending lost,
we see,
you sung,
the work too long is gone..
….“A plan is only as good as its desired ending, and if you don’t have a thoroughly thought out ending, you’re in danger of having a bad day all round. Now, I don’t say this just to be a buzz kill, I say it because not only are you without a focused outcome, but without a desired ending you’ll also not have a plan on how to handle problems and whatever other shit takes place along the way. Now I could be being over dramatic about all this, but, as the current situation shows us, without that ending, we are equipped to handle the middle. On the flip side of all this we’ve learnt something, and if you had of had an ending planned to the ninth degree, you would’ve had a ride smother than a baby’s butt cheek, and celebrations all round when you reach the end, as all endings should.” Keith says with a gentle nod of his head, and the puckering and drawing back of his lips, doing a cheap and nasty interpretation of Mick Jagger, sans the hip thrusts, and lanky legged chicken strut he his also famous for. “Sadly, we don’t have any of that, we’ve got this.” he says as he gestures to the sea bodies that lie at their feet….
….“We didn’t choose you man, fate did, we just showed up.” he says with a callous grin. “See, for me, you could’ve been anyone, from anywhere, and we still would’ve jumped you like we just did. Unfortunately for you, as fate would have it, you weren’t, you were you, but we are still us.” Clyde says as his grin fades as a wry smile draws itself across his lips while he crouches menacingly over Patrick’s huddled bloody form. “But, if I’m being honest, I’m kinda pretty chuffed about the fact that it’s you, because I’ve got so many unfulfilled daydreams that to this day still run around in my head from time to time, and I’m looking forward to acting some if then out, it’s just a pity I can’t fit them all into the same moment.”
“W-W-What if y-you could? W-What if there w-was a way for you to do, e-everything you wanted to me, one after the other. W-Would it quench your d-desires?” Patrick stammers through broken lips.
One of Clyde’s brows rise, as he stares curiously at the powerless Patrick. “You realise I’m taking about killing your, right? You understand that?”
“I-I-I, I get what your saying, I-I, I’m just o-offering you a way at getting all those things done, w-with one tiny wish”
“What, you think you’re a FUCKING genie now?”…
woven flesh,
sewn up dreams,
a cut here,
a cut there,
blood everywhere,
my sweet denial,
my dying queen,
the lies we told each other,
the cries we hold dear,
purpose built betrayal,
dirt turned,
holes filled,
not sexual,
but sensual,
you foretold me,
I broke you,
blind,
but we see…
….Fish after fish hit the ground, twitching and twerking their way across the car park until there are a thousand or more flopping around on the bitumen. Then as suddenly as it all started, the clouds filter away and the sun beats itself down upon the homeless fish, while Joseph and Keaton stand before it all, watching with mesmerised gazes upon their faces.
“That d-did not-t just h-happen, d-did it?” Joseph stammers as he slowly turns to Keaton, who ignores his words and continues to stare with wide wonderous eyes at the fish as they slowly suffocate before them.
“I-I-It happened b-bro, i-it happened.”
“W-What the fuck d-do w-we do?”
“Do?” Keaton asks, as he shakes himself vigorously as if he has just stood up at the beach and was shaking the sand off.
“Y-Yeah, w-we can’t just stand here, d-doing nothing. S-Shouldn’t we help them?”
“How?”
“W-Well, we could round up as many as we can, and put them in some water.”
“Where are we gonna get the water from?”
Joseph looks around the empty parking lot, before bringing his gaze back to Keaton, shrugging his shoulders as he does. “I don’t know, we could,” he says as he scratches his head, and starts making clicking sounds with his tongue.
“Face it bro, we ain’t the doing type sorta guys….”
A frozen winter,
waves within the sea,
last rites given,
a widow behind me,
a broken heart cut in two,
as the devil asked of me,
a bet,
a payment,
a deal wagered in the wisdom of tomorrow,
resistant was not my game,
he severed the connection,
remade my shape,
flesh roasted on the skin of another,
showered in sleep,
I was awake,
yet no name was given,
I took the wager,
even though I was wrong,
open,
look,
suffocate the end,
and hope it was,
or not…
As the sun sets,
and the stars rise,
I see a difference in your eyes,
an emptiness I cannot deny,
and then I stop,
a look again,
and see the image of another me,
standing before me,
being me for me,
while I am nothing,
I am a tree,
a plastic something,
setting,
while the sun draws a new day,
and I am no more,
for I have gone away…
….“That’s when I awoke from the dream that had been my life, and saw through new eyes, eyes that had seen this moment of clarity, and I knew then and there, that there was more for me than just what I had.” he says as he rifles around in the duffel bag that sits open before him. “After that I swore I wouldn’t waste another day, and waste it I didn’t. Although it took me a long time to find out what I was good at, it took me even longer to make it all my life was about. But it happened, and I got better day by day.”
“Y-You call this better?”
He smiles half-heartedly as he looks up from the nag while he continues to rummages around in it.”It’s a hell of a lot better than what I was doing before all this.” he scoffs as he looks back down at the bag with a bemused smile across his face, laughing softly. “Imagine if I’d continued along the path I thought was mine, imagine where I’d be and what I’d be doing.”
“You’d probably still be right there, doing exactly the same thing you’re doing now, just not with the same sarcastic tone….”
Broken,
but not stained,
the hardened manhood,
flaccid days are gone,
wooden structures,
built against the grain,
a goat,
a deer,
my seaman smeared across your face,
die in the digestion,
of a place not named,
perform my ritual,
swallow not spit,
regret,
forget,
forgotten,
a name lost,
but carved in my chest…
….“The quotation was forward to you as a request, not a suggestion. You required work to be performed, and I require a costing more f said work. If we cannot meet at this halfway point as originally agreed, then I shall be forced to take my business elsewhere.” Savo grunts through a mouth tightly clenched.
“FUCK you and you’re BULLSHIT! You were given an adequate cost of the work you required me to perform, with plenty of fat built into the lighter areas of the proposal, which allowed you room to save if certain aspects were not required. This was given to you minutes into our first meeting, so don’t try to badger me into submission, not when you’re full of SHIT!”
“You are all alike, so confident, so professional, honour bond to a system that only works if both sides adhere to it. Simple, faded, and a failure. How easy it has been to take your network away from you, while removing then next after the last. How far will I go? How high will I soar?”
His eyes widen, and his lower lip trembles. “Y-You’re him, a-aren’t you?”
“Him?”
“Ubiytsa, the murderer of murderers!” he grunts through twisted lips.
“Guilty as charged,” he says as he curtsy before him in sarcastic fashion…
A single task given a new world mask,
hidden in sight,
plain and free,
poser with a chip to focus,
lies upon the system of a uniformed silence,
I asked to give it,
yet never received it,
purpose driven,
without a hope,
we paved the way,
while the path was lost,
a cracked egg shell shows it,
yet it was the blood,
not the loss…
The dawn gave me eyes that life had failed to see,
a wisdom of nothingness,
a sea of thankless tries,
I asked,
but yet yearned to know,
purposed for the heartless,
while the open door of willingness was shut,
haggard whore,
sinister bore,
I questioned to last,
without seeing the first,
rot,
rotten,
letters added,
victory not mine,
undead,
yet living,
a mirror not yours…
….He looks uncomfortably back to the sea of dead cars that litter the road before them, and bites down on his bottom lip.
“What’s wrong Stewie, y-you know I didn’t mean anything by it, right? I-I-I, I would’ve died a long time ago if it w-wasn’t for you, y-you know that, don’t you?”
He turns to her with tears in his eyes, nodding his head quickly. “T-The same here honey, y-you save me f-from myself.”
“Then what is it?” she says with a playful punch of his arm. “What’s got you all teary eyed?”
“W-We’d met before all this h-happened, before the world went to shit,” he says softly as he closes his eyes and falls back in his seat with a long winded sigh.
She laughs softly as her brow scrunches up and her lip twitches erratically. “T-That’s BULLSHIT, a-and you know IT! I’d never laid eyes on you before six weeks ago, so w-whatever make bel…”
“Mrs Fentmore was you’re second grade teacher, and you sat with Lilly Watkings, and Dally Polcheckl.” he says quickly.
She sits there for several moments, as her brow deepens. “B-B-BULLSHIT!”
“I-It’s all true, I-I, I swear!” he stammers.
“W-W-Was t-that it? W-Was that the only class?”
He shakes his head softly, “I-I-I, I was in your class all through grade s-school….”
….“HOW GOD DAMN LONG ARE YOU GONNA MAKE ME SIT HERE WAITING FOR YOU MCROY!” Donovan cries out from behind his makeshift shelter.
“TILL YOU DIE OF OLD AGE, YOU SLACKED JAWED OLD BASTARD! AND LIKE I SAID BEFORE, I AIN’T THE ONE HIDING YA PUSSY! YOU KNOW EXACTLY WHERE I AM! YOU’RE THE ONE SHAKING IN YOUR GOD DAMN BOOTS, HIDING FROM ME!”
“SHIT! YOU KNOW FULL WELL WHERE I AM AS WELL YA BIG BABY! I AIN’T HIDING FROM NO ONE, ESPECIALLY NOT SOMEONE LIKE YOU!”
“WELL IF YOU AIN’T HIDING, WHY DON’T YOU STAND THE FUCK UP AND WALK OUT INTO THE OPEN LIKE A THE REAL GANSTA YOU WISH YOU FUCKING WERE!”
“IF YOU DO THE SAME I’LL CONSIDER IT, BUT I AIN’T COMING OUT JUST ON YOUR SAY SO!”
“HA!” he cries out with a sarcastically filled chuckle. “YA PUSSY!”
“TAKES ONE TO KNOW ONE!”
“PFT! I’VE TAKEN BIGGER SHITS THAN YOU, AND YOU’RE STILL MORE FULL OF SHIT THAN THEY EVER WERE!”
“I KEEP NOTICING I CAN CLEARLY HEAR YOUR LIPS SLAPPING TOGETHER, BUT I AIN’T SEEING ’EM!….”
Dying to die,
living to live,
I asked the question of those around me,
but their hand stayed,
their hate no reprieve,
my emptiness suffocating me,
my release not mine to give,
I cant escape the walls of living,
for the world makes it not so,
yet the flesh that houses my spirit,
weak and slow,
could empty out my essance
and start again,
like a wind,
like a seed,
a forgiveness to others,
I just want to be free..
sail down to the city,
where my name is none,
see the lights,
bleed the devils son,
a hunt impossible,
a sea of cum,
worshipping whores of sexual flavours,
a system,
a sum,
polarising insanity,
incessant lies given life,
names told,
cries held,
sinners of a different cult,
brothers,
sisters,
mothers and sons,
purpose driven clarity,
my organs restless,
their life now gone,
a spill of prosperity,
a blade,
my blood,
done…
I lost the thought,
to know the name,
of my reflective self,
an image of me,
his face all twisted,
his eyes empty,
a blissful existence,
of someone not me,
a hidden self,
only I could see,
answers lost in the insanity,
of forever spoken,
the mirror broken,
but whole to me,
for it was all I could see,
fragile is the hand,
of the killer inside me..
A sparrow,
it was I think,
the devils bird,
lost in ink,
we scoured through,
we searched the night.
we wish,
the wish,
not of the light,
I wanted more,
but it had less to give,
a burden life was,
my gift,
was its release…
….“We who craft the delicate pathways between heaven and hell, are the same beings that sever those cords and leave the unworthy to rot midstream, as you now do.” she says with wide uncaring eyes scourging Bethany’s very being with their glare. “But do not think me heartless, for that is not the case, it is just that the countless eons that have past, have cost us our care, and ownership of all that is. So take heed my words, for you’re words are worthless to my ears my child, as the impossibility of the possible, is monumental in its worthlessness.”
“I-I-I,” Bethany stammers as she casts a fevered glance around the room while gripping herself tightly as a smirk writes itself across her lips. “I understand, it’s not that you don’t care, it’s that you no longer can.”
“That is NOT what I said child!” she snaps quickly.
“But that’s what you meant, isn’t it?”…