Tag: 5 Minutes Of Horror

“Redemption is something I can never have, now that you truly know my name,” he says as he looks across the room at her, and tries to smile, but it comes across as more of a sneer than a smile.

“You take great delight in this, don’t you?” she says, as her lips pout proudly outward, and her eyes dig at him like daggers.

“No, no I don’t take any delight in this, I had hoped that you would’ve never figured out the truth.”

“You wanted to live a lie, to live a false life forever?”

He laughs softly, “Forever is an overused word, I was hoping for a decade or two, until you died for natural causes, and not by my hand.”

“Then you must be so disappointed that we have found our way here so early, at my point of death.”

He smiles nervously, as his bottom lip trembles and beads of sweat break out on his brow. “I-I-I, I never meant for this to be the way things ended between us, for you.”

“Liar! You just told me you wished for this charade to last until my day of death, and now you renege on that very same statement. How much of a fool do you take me for?”

“I-I-I, I don’t take you for a fool, and I said I never wanted it to be by my hand.”

“But you are still going to go through with it, aren’t you?”

“You know I have to,” he says as he swallows an uneasy mouthful of air.

“Why? Because I know who you really are, or more to the point, who you’re not.”

He smiles nervously once again and laughs. “You profess to know more than you actually do, for if you truly knew who I was you wouldn’t be so calm.”

“You’re going to kill me regardless of my reaction, so it doesn’t matter what I do, it doesn’t matter what I say, the end will be what it will be.”

“Such profoundness from someone so unpredictable, however did you manage to hide such a formidable side of yourself from me for so long?”

“You were too concerned with hiding your own lies, that you couldn’t see through everyone else’s. You see my jaded love, you aren’t the only one running from your past.”

He pouts his lips together, and places a finger against them, sucking in a breath, as he rubs his forehead with the barrel of the revolver. “What secrets have you got hidden against your bosom?”

She smiles, and leans forward, running her tongue across her teeth. “My lie is nowhere as big as yours, so you needn’t worry yourself about it. Just do what you have to do, to protect what you need to protect.” she says, her words laced with sarcasm.

“Don’t belittle me woman, you are only tempting fate!” he snarls as he lowers the revolver towards her. “The hand of god will strike you down, and you will face his final judgement!”

She laughs, “Honey, I face god’s judgement on a daily basis, this isn’t anything new to me.”

He squints as the sweat stings his eyes, and he lets out a stuttered breath of exhaustion, as his finger squeezes the trigger, only for the world to stop. He sits there in silence for many minutes, unable to move, as the world around him sits in a frozen state of motionlessness, that is everything except her.

***

Follow the below link to purchase A Twisted Halloween 2020 to read all 31 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“Whimsical washings my dear, for there is no more,” he says with an awkward smile. “You just need to realise it was never going to go your way.”

She continues to stare down at the coffee cup, ignoring his words.

“You can play the card that was dealt to you, and attempt nirvana, or you can do this a be damned!”

“Will you relent? Will you be still?”

He stares silently towards her, while she continues to watch the cup. “I am like the ice of these walls dear child, I will not relent, and I will never be still!”

“Then you will be forever damned, for this is not just a moment that will be left from your memories, it will be a forever that will never be.” she spits with venomous intent, as she casts a glare of hatred up from the cup and into his awaiting eyes.

He allows a wry smile the crawl across his lips like a caterpillar and strokes his lengthy beard with pompous pride. “You show such aggression for someone so young, and clearly out of hope. What makes you think you can disrespect me so flippantly?”

She laughs, “I’m not trying to disrespect you, and if that is what you feel I have done, then I apologise with a heavy heart, for my words were meant as a…” She doesn’t get to continue her sentence as he is upon her.

The table and cup are knocked to the ground as if they were leaves in the wind, while he tightens his grip around her throat and hisses like a snake. “I have given thee more space than I have any other. I have allowed you to live when others would be dead long ago. I stand here, with my hands around your throat and finally feel like I am who I am supposed to be, once again. Tell me why I should allow you to live? Tell me why I shouldn’t curse you to the longevity of a forever trapped inside this tomb, like I have the rest of these pathetic lost souls?” he growls through clenched teeth, as he lifts her high into the air with one hand, and gestures around the room at the silent spectres that stand watching, with the other.

Her eyes bulge from their sockets, and she at first allows herself to lie limp in his arms, but as the seconds tick over to minutes, she feels a hopelessness take over, and she frantically tries to free herself from his grip. As she lets out gasps of fevered desperation, she frantically tries to pull his fingers from her throat but finds it almost impossible. She then tries to claw at his face, digging at his eyes, sobbing uncontrollably.

He smiles wryly and pulls her to him. “You see who holds the power now wench?” he hisses as he licks the tears from her face and tosses her to the ground.

She gasps desperately, dragging in breath after breath, tightly clenching her hands into fists as she tries to gain control of her nerves once more.

“Now,” he says with a broad smile across his face, as he places the table back on its feet, and sets the coffee cup in the centre once more. “Let us play again, and maybe this time you will make the right decisions, that give us both a perfect outcome.”

***

Follow the below link to purchase Breadcrumbs To Madness 3 to read all 24 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty-four in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

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? I guess to really understand the meaning behind something, you really have to know what sort of situation it was used in, then you’d know what it was used to reference in the first place, and thus understand it’s end meaning.

Are you confused yet?

Well let me give you a quick rundown on my experience, and it starts and ends with local mobster, Frank Galboni. You see, old Frank gave me a wink and a click of his fingers and said those fucking words, stay classy, all while two of his goons had their pistols embedded in either side of my skull. Did I deserve to be in a position like that? Yeah maybe. See only a few short minutes before all this took place, I was one finger deep inside his eighteen-year-old daughter while her twenty-year-old sister blew me off. I was trapped within the perfect storm, and Frank walked in while I was letting lose my seed in her mouth, and that’s how I ended up on my knees, dick out and pistols to the head.

That’s when it all happened. As Frank was walking away, he turned to me, winked, clicked his fingers and said, ‘stay classy kid.’ Now I’ve got to be honest, those words confused the fuck out of me, because I couldn’t figure out if he were secretly patting me on the back for scoring the way I had with his two daughters or not. Everyone knows Galboni likes to play around on his wife with as many pieces of tail as he can. Not that she complains, she knows what he does but she wants for nothing, and she can have anyone she wants when she wants, and I know it’s true because I’ve been there. Two nights before all this happened, I turned up because an old pal of mine worked for Galboni and was trying to help me get some work. Anyway, the next thing I know I’m face deep between her legs, covered in her juices as she’s slobbering over my cock. Galboni didn’t have a problem with me that night, he even gave me a job out of how well I serviced his wife, so why crack the shits over me doing his daughters? But that’s all here nor there, the worst part is that I knew I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, but I needed to know what he meant by the stay classy remark. It was probably heightened by the fact that I knew his two goons were going to put their bullets into my skull, so I took a quick breath and called out.

“Mister Galboni, can I ask a question before your boys make a mess out of my head?” I called out, Galboni took his hand off the door handle and after a few seconds he turned around and stared me down.

“What?”

“The stay classy line, I’ve got to ask. Did you mean it as a good thing? Like you did good kid. I liked the way you scored with those bitches. Or did you mean it in a sarcastic Al Capone, your dead sort of way?”

“Seriously kid, did you just call my baby girls bitches?”

“I know, I know, it shouldn’t be what’s worrying me. I know it should be your boys and their toys that should be my real concern. But fuck me, I can’t get past that stay classy comment. Please, you’ve got to let me know what you meant?”

“Kid it meant nothing. It’s just a fucking saying you stupid FUCK!” he yelled as he drove a baseball bat down onto my head. I still don’t ever remember seeing him pick it up, but obviously he must have, from somewhere. Anyway, I felt the first two hits, and they hurt like fucking hell, but after that it was pretty much nothing. As I lay there, not feeling a thing, I couldn’t get that line out of my head, and that’s when it happened. The old fucker keeled over after he brought the tenth swing of the bat down upon my cracked open skull. Seems the godfather had a bad ticker and it just fucking stopped, too much stress I presume. The poor old fucker fell face down in a puddle of my blood, dead as a door nail. But it was in that moment that I finally understood, and I’ll tell you something, he looked fucking classy all the way.

***

Follow the below link to purchase A Twisted Halloween 2018 to read all 31 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted thirty-one in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“Of course I understand,” she says with a bemused smile upon her lips. “But you realise if this goes ahead. If the world needs to see with their own eyes what has happened, it will rest upon your shoulders to usher in that factoid.”

He raises an eyebrow in wonderment and twists his lips in several unusual angles. “Why do you make it sound such a negative thing? When I joined this house, I joined to rid the plateau of the insignificant cattle that wander the wilderness free to do what they so desire. I will gladly be the voice, if that is what is asked of me by the great elders.”

She allows herself to giggle, as she gently takes the bloody knife from his hands and places her perfectly pink hand softly on his. Wide and clear his eyes open, as blood cascades through his tiny form and rushes to his already engorged penis. “You must be everything, or nothing,” she says with a purr, as her hand runs slowly from his hand, to his leg. “You are to be the master, and the accused.”

“W-W-What do-do you me-mean?” He asks through trembling lips, as pre-cum escapes his delicately balanced seesaw.

She pulls her hand away, and gently flicks her fingers through his hair, as she lightly presses her lips against his ear.

“You will be the all and the everything. You will be the face, the voice, and the name of who we are Maximilian. You will have power beyond that of which you begged so freely for, and all you need do is be wunderbar!”

He giggles, as he tries to pull away, but she grips his head and holds him tightly against her, as she bites lightly down upon his earlobe.

“Where are you running to? We have pleasures to experience, you and I Maximilian,” she hisses, as he explodes in his pants and lets out a muffled groan.

“M-MMY NAMES MAXXXX! N-N-NOT MAXIM-M-MILIAN!” He cries out loudly. She pulls away, and is quickly to her feet, looking down upon him with disgust. “W-W-What’s wrong?” He stammers.

“You, YOU are wrong! You come here hidden with desires not of the ilk we call for. Your blasphemous words misconstrued into meaning. Then, to insult the final pillar of all we are, you deny your birth name and it’s righteous place among the heavens trilogy.” She spits like a venomous snake, while pointing a perfectly manicured finger at him.

“I-I-I, if it’s w-w-wh-what you want, I’ll use Maximilian, n-no worries at al-all. I-I, I never realised it was a p-p-pro-problem,” he stutters. Her left eyebrow takes a sharp nosedive, while her right arches high into the air.

“Do you swear, from this moment onwards, with me as your witness, swear it to be so. Swear upon the words of our founder. Swear upon the meal you are about to ingest. Swear, and you will be welcomed with open arms,” she says, an indescribable power ebbing from each word.

He nods his head in a panic, “Y-Y-Yes, I-I, swear. I SWEAR! Just tell me what I must do, and I will do it without fear or question.”

She smiles broadly and opens her robe, revealing her naked body. “Now eat from the womb of life, and then I will dine upon your seed, for that is his rule, and ever shall it be,” she says as she lies back, and he buries his head between her thighs…

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Nine to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“Fear is the answer, as well as the resulting display we are witnessing here. So if you are after a solution that doesn’t have its own negative impacts, I’m here to tell you that it is an impossibility.” he says as he looks over the rim of his glasses and out into the crowd.

“THERE MUST BE A WAY TO REVERSE THE MADNESS BEFORE IT SWALLOWS THE FLESH.” a voice calls out from the crowd.

He shakes his head and tightly grips the podium. “Once you have succumbed to the infection there is NOTHING any of us can do. We’ve studied over four million cases, two of them I’ve had direct contact with, and every time the same scenario takes place. The seed is sewn inside the falx cerebri by the drone, which then dies and is digested by the hosts body. That’s when we see the first sign, as every case has shown, the host sheds all their hair overnight.” He puts his hands in the air gesturing towards the crowd. “And before you ask. No, we still do not know why this takes place, but it HAS taken place in ALL cases that have been overseen by my department.”

“ISN’T THERE A WAY YOU CAN EXTRACT THE SEED BEFORE IT HATCHES?”

He shakes his head, then robustly rubs the sides of his jaw before gripping the podium once more. “Once the seed is laid, it is too late.” He holds up a finger, gesturing towards his skull. “Once the drone has entered your face, there is no stopping what takes place, doing so just makes the gestation period more volatile.”

“BULLSHIT!” someone calls out from the crowd. “IF YOU CAN KILL THE DRONE BEFORE IT LAYS ITS EGG, THEN THAT SHOULD STOP THE INFECTION.”

“Under any normal circumstances you would utilise that kind of lateral thinking as the most obvious step towards eradicating an infection of this type. But, as we have found out, it is far more devious,” he says as a photo of a woman is displayed on a large screen behind him. “This is Doctor Sadia Narayan, and she was, up until three days ago, one of the most amazing infectious disease specialists I had.” He places a finger against his lips and swallows a mouthful of saliva as he desperately tries to pull himself together. “Up until three days ago, Doctor Narayan was one of the greatest weapons in our arsenal. That was until she herself became infected.” He hangs his head down and presses play on a video which sits ready on the screen.

“Hello people of the world, my name is irrelevant at this stage, but what we are about to do is. Five minutes ago a drone Sarcophagus bug entered my body through my mouth, effectively signing my impending death.” She fights back the tears as her lower lip quivers. “W-W-We have determined through previous cases, that it can take the drone on average, six to seven hours to go from entering the body to sewing the seed. Through all the rigorous tests we have performed we are well aware of what will and what will not work when dealing with a drone. Regardless of how effective we think our procedures and quarantine levels are, WE ARE ALL IN DANGER OF INFECTION.”

He pauses the screen and turns back to the crowd.

“The video continues on for the next thirty-eight hours, as Doctor Narayan, as Sadia documents her various stages of infection, which eventually resulted in her death.” he says as he grips the podium and sneers. “Her dying words, were not for the faint hearted, but neither is what’s going to happen next,” he says as he looks up and out, towards the crowd, and removes the wig from his head as it explodes with little black beetles.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Eight to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“You sit outside the veil and judge us, treat us like we’re retards or something worse,” Henry says with a grimace across his face.

“I never meant to offend. I-I-I, I was worried for my family. I-I-I, I didn’t know w-what you wanted.”

“We wanted to fucken help you, you stupid idiot. But you went and started playing silly buggers like all you foolish city folk do. Then to make matters worse you killed my boys, and my dear departed mother for a second time. Now, instead of you and your stuck-up family continuing down that road to wherever the hell you were off to, your all going into the seeding machine to become something greater,” Henry says with a toothless smile.

“P-P-Please, m-my children. T-They’re y-young, k-kids. P-P-Please, let them go.” he stammers, tears running down his face.

“You know it’s too late for anything like that, don’t you? I mean,” he says, as he bends down and lifts a pale lifeless corpse of a child into his view.

“O-OH GOD NO! P-P-PLEASE! NOT TOBY! P-PLEASE,” he bellows, tears streaming down his face. “WHY! WHY!” he screams at Henry, who smiles in response.

“An eye for an eye. A family, for a family.”

“THEY WERE INNOCENT CHILDREN! THEY DIDN’T DO ANYTHING WRONG! THEY WERE KIDS!”

“Own it Kevin, and stop blaming others for your misgivings. YOU killed my boys, so I killed YOURS. You took MY mother, I took YOURS. You did everything wrong, and those around you, those that loved you, they’ve paid the costs for your misdeeds.”

He stares at his son’s body, and then up at Henry, his eyes filled with unadulterated hate. “W-W-What about m-me? W-W-What a-a-are you going to d-do with m-me?”

Henry smiles broadly. “I’m going to set yer deeds right, or at least try,” he says as he pulls a dirty sheet down revealing the twisted remains of Henry’s kin laid out on three tables before them.

“W-W-What the fuck are you talking about?”

“I’m talking about the seed, the life giver. I’m talking about you giving back what you have taken, and in kind I’ll give back what I’ve taken from you.”

Kevin stares in bewilderment at the bodies laid before him, and as he stares, he begins to notice things he failed to see moments before. Each of Henry’s children as well as his mother, have tubes running from various points in their body, and the tubes run into a large still like apparatus that contains a greenish ooze. He looks back at Henry and his gaze is met with one of affirmation.

“H-H-How?”

Henry laughs loudly, “There ain’t man, woman, or whatever else someone might associate themselves to be outside of this here family knows that answer boy, and I ain’t about to change it for you. All you need to know is that those tubes are the outies,” he says pointing to the tubes sticking out of his family. “And these are the innies,” he adds with an evil smile upon his face, as he holds up several syringe-like objects that are connected to tubes that go back to the still.

“W-W-Where are the-they going?”

Henry smiles wider, “let’s not play the fool Kevin, this is what got us both here in the first place,” he says with a wild chuckle.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Seven to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

Winston drops to a knee and grimaces with pain as he clutches his side. “You think you have won? You think this is over? My death means nothing to anything, for we are hydra, and we are for….” but he doesn’t get to finish as Lambert slices The Blind Delkathra swiftly through the air and cleanly removes Winston’s head from his shoulders.

“Fucking perverted piece of shit!” Lambert growls through clenched teeth as he spits a wad of saliva on Winston’s decapitated corpse.

“You strike one down, and three more rise up,” a distorted voice hisses from somewhere beyond the destroyed buildings.

“You strike down one, then those who were too scared to face me on their own suck up the courage to either fight or run away,” he says as he tightens his grip on The Blind Delkathra and smiles. “I am so glad YOU Solame, decided to band together with others of similar ilk and come at me!”

He takes a deep breath, then like a ballerina moves skilfully from his left foot to his right, leaps high into the air performing a perfectly executed suicide spin that finishes with him landing gently to the ground, his grip tightly around the now blood soaked swords hilt. As he lets out the deeply held breath, five bodies fall out of the shadows, each quickly growing a pool of blood, that soon joins as one beneath Lambert’s stance.

A sarcastic clap quietly grows louder as a shrouded figure strides proudly from the shadows that paint the earth beyond the circle of blood that Lambert now stands at the centre of.

“No man seen before you has been so destructive, unless you count the deeds I have done with this hand,” she says proudly.

“You and I are nothing alike,” Lambert hisses through clenched teeth.

“Is it because I’m a woman?”

“YOU ARE NO WOMAN WHORE! THE FLESH YOU WEAR TO HIDE YOUR TRUE SELF DOES NOT BEND BEFORE ME LIKE IT DOES THE OTHERS!”

“Are you still angry about that? She was cheating on you Lambert, she was sleeping with your brothers, all six of them. What I did to her was far greater than anything you could have done. For your punishment would’ve only scarred the flesh,” she says proudly, as she pulls her hood back to reveal her beautiful appearance. “While I have eaten her very soul and cast it into a pit of unending punishment.”

He snarls like a wild animal about to attack, “IT WAS MY PUNISHMENT TO DEAL OUT, NOT YOURS!” he screams, as he tries to leap towards her, only to find millions of small hands forming from the lake of blood he now stands in, holding him down. Before he can look back up, she is standing before him with a broad smile on her face.

“I am the one who handles punishment. I am the perfect vessel, created by the creator for this task alone. No human has the right to tell ME otherwise,” she hisses as she grips him by the throat and lifts him high into the air.

“I am not HUMAN!” mocks Lambert as he drives the blade of The Blind Delkathra deep into her chest, only to have her smile grow broader, revealing millions of razor-sharp teeth.

“I know,” she says as she bites down upon his throat.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Six to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

Calhoon tightens his grip on the cash register and grits his rotten teeth. “IT’S MINE GOD DAMN YEE! I WAS THE ONE WHO TOOK THE ARSE WHIPPING FOR IT, AND I AIN’T LETTING IT GO FOR LOVE OR MONEY!” he screams.

“You did NOTHING but follow the carefully laid out plan that I put together! So in the roundabout scheme of things, IT’S MINE!” bellows Luka as he tightens his grip and tries to free the register from Calhoon’s hands.

“THAT’S BULLSHIT AND YOU BOTH KNOW IT! IT WAS MY PLAN!” Pauly yells as he also grips the register tightly.

“FUCKING LET IT GO!” Calhoon screeches as he pulls a little six shooter from his back pocket and brandishes it towards the other two.

“Do it! FUCKING DO IT!” Luka growls, spraying saliva from his lips like a fountain. “You can threaten me all you want, but there is no way in hell that I’m letting you take what is rightfully mine!”

Calhoon hisses, and lets out a powerful breath, then turns the revolver on Pauly. “FUCKING BACK OFF!”

“YOU SERIOUS BRO? YOU POINTING THAT MOTHER-FUCKING CRACK PIPE AT ME NOW? YOU BETTER KNOW IT ISN’T GONNA BE ME DROPPING THIS THING!”

“What the fuck is wrong with you two? I’ve got a fucking gun, and so help me I’ll use it!” he says as he fires a shot into the roof.

“You keep going the way you are bro, you ain’t gonna have any bullets left to shoot jack shit with. So why don’t you take your cap gun and leave the victor to claim the treasures.” says Pauly as he blows him a kiss followed by a sarcastic wink. The revolver explodes with a white-hot flame as he pulls the trigger again, this time not sending a bullet into the roof, but into Pauly’s skull. His head arches back as the bullet tunnels its way through his head and tears out the back, sending bits of brain and bone across the wall behind him. Without a moment’s hesitation Calhoon turns the gun back to Luka.

“You serious? You gonna send me to the grave over whatever’s in this register?”

“Only if you don’t let go, you do the right thing and I don’t give a fuck where you go and what you do. But if you be a stubborn piece of shit, I’ll spread you eagle like I just did that sack of shit Pauly, understand?”

“But you don’t even know what’s in there, do you?”

“I don’t need to Luka, see all I need to know is that it’s all mine. So drop it or face the consequences.”

“Are you act…” he doesn’t get to finish his sentence as Calhoon pulls the trigger once more, sending a bullet in through Luka’s left eye, and it explodes out the back of his skull. For several seconds they stand there staring at each other before Luka drops to the floor dead.

Calhoon smiles broadly as he nervously grips the register and thrusts it into the ground several times, until it cracks open like an egg, revealing its emptiness to his horrified face.

***

Follow the below link to purchase Breadcrumbs To Madness 2 to read all 24 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty-four in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

Reginald places his hands against his forehead and stares wide eyed at the ground, the overwhelming stress of the situation finally taking its toll on him.

“You could always lead those who are not sick back through the city. No one will care about the fact you originally led everyone on this suicidal journey,” Lincoln says as he takes a bite out of an apple, before pulling a face and spitting it out onto the floor.

“You know I can’t do that.”

Lincoln looks over to him, his face twisted with disgust. “W-W-Why the fuck not? You could save everyone who’s not yet sick. You could still be the hero you believe yourself to be, this mythical leader of the free world.”

“I am that LEADER! I am all that and more, but I can’t stop an invisible enemy, not with just my eyes. I have all these tools,” He says holding out his hands and gesturing to the open space before him. “I have all these tools and yet I still can’t stop it, I still can’t ensure my safety, let alone the people beneath me. When it was decided that we separate the untainted from the diseased, you all assured me this would stall the spread. But all it did was bring the death toll higher.”

“We recommended you isolate all the sick, and encourage those that tested negative to isolate elsewhere, no one said to gather everyone up and try and ignore what was happening. You need to accept YOUR failures. You need to own YOUR mistakes. Be the leader you think you were born to be and do the right thing for your people!”

Reginald thrusts a foot to the ground defiantly and shoves his hands in his pockets. “I have not done anything wrong! I have led my people towards a grander tomorrow, any who thinks differently will suffer for their words of insubordination!”

“Don’t you think that is already happening? Can’t you see, all your people are suffering because you are too stubborn to do what must be done! If you wait any longer, there will be no one left to save.”

“We are like the hydra, you chop off a head, three grow back. We are the mighty! We are the strong! I know what is right for my people, while you, you and your diplomas are but a pawn in my play. Now go, keep working on the cure I have told our people you have coming. Keep doing what I have promised the people you will do, and leave the running of all things to me.”

Lincoln tightens his hands into fists and stares towards Reginald with hateful eyes. “Have you ever heard of the Dunning–Kruger Effect?”

Reginald squeezes his lips together as if he was puckering up for a kiss. “Should I care to know?”

“In my expert opinion, you would do well to read all about it. But as there is no longer any internet, or power to run the possibility of there being an internet, you’ll just have to take my enriched version of it.” He says as he takes a step towards Reginald, who looks away and holds his hands up, commanding him to stop.

“I am the supreme leader of the free world, and you are a man who cannot keep his promises of a vaccine. A vaccine that would save my people from dying. Now Lincoln,” He says as he proudly looks down his perfectly tanned nose at him. “Do you want to be a foot note in my story, or do you want to be the man who brought this nation back from the brink? For there are a million more like you out there, screaming for my money to fund their cause.”

Lincoln stares in silence as his up turned lip slowly flattens and his hands unclench. “You are a madman, and a dimwit. The people deserve someone better than you, you incompetent CHILD!”

“I may be all those things, but at least I’ll still be here tomorrow, unlike you,” Reginald says with a piercing snap, as a bullet explodes from behind Lincoln and tears through his skull.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Five to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“Up, are you sure that’s what we should be doing?”

“Of course I’m sure, up is the only way we can proceed. We can’t go down, the radar shows too many possible inaccuracies that it cannot account for. We climb up, and we keep climbing until we are well out of their bloody reach.” Jethro hisses through clenched teeth.

“You can’t be serious! I’d rather face them, than face whatever’s up there!” Sam yells, pointing towards the mountain top.

Jethro raises a revolver and smiles, “There are grander things to be fearful of out there, than what you can’t see!”
“Is that some sort of twisted threat?” Sam asks as he thrusts his hands in front of him, attempting to somehow prepare himself for whatever Jethro decides to do.

With a laugh Jethro lowers his revolver and quickly slides it back into its holster. “Take it how you will. But just remember, regardless of all the things you’ve done to me and my family over the years, I was the one who risked everything to come back for you. Do you think I would do all that, just to kill you in cold blood?”

“W-Who knows, for your kind anything is possible.”

Jethro sneers as he grabs Sam by the collar of his jacket and lifts him high into the air. “MY KIND! WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN? I BLEED RED, AS DO YOU! AND FROM WHERE I’M STANDING, ME AND YOU ARE THE SAME, IT’S THOSE THINGS DOWN THERE THAT ARE FAR FROM WHAT WE ARE!” He bellows as he pulls him in close and stares coldly into his eyes. “So tell me worm, what the fuck do you mean by MY KIND?”

“I-I-I, I don’t need to explain myself.”

They stand there, locked in a cold stare, until Jethro finally smiles broadly and begins laughing. “You are one funny weirdo McCannon, now get the fuck up that mountain before I decide to put a bullet in your head.”

“But wouldn’t that be a waste of your time?”

“What, you’re starting to throw my own words back at me? You got balls boy, big fucking stupid balls.”

Sam laughs nervously, “Living out here you need to have them, otherwise you’ll end up dead.”

“Shit boy,” Jethro says with a wry smile, “Those balls of yours are probably the one thing that’s going to end your life. See, once we reach the summit, we’re going to meet up with the rest of my kind, as you like to call them. And from what I know about my kin, they don’t be liking your balls that much. In fact, I’m wagering they don’t like those balls of yours one little bit, and if you go talking like you are now, to those up there, then I think someone’s going to put a plug in your head hole.”

Sam swallows and looks downward towards the town below, and then back to Jethro. “I-I-I, I know we’ve never s-seen eye to eye on anything, and p-please understand I am grateful for what you have done for me today, please d-d-don’t misunderstand that, it’s just there is no way I can endanger myself in that way.”

“Are you sure tha….” Jethro doesn’t get to finish his question as three shots rip into his torso, and he collapses to the ground in an ever-growing sea of blood.

“I guess I just fear what I can see, more than what I can’t.”

***

Follow the below link to purchase Breadcrumbs To Madness 1 to read all 24 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty-four in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“A pretty thing like you shouldn’t keep yourself locked away like a prisoner, you should be flaunting yourself to the world around you like the hot little number you are,” Silas hisses through his clenched teeth, a broad intimidating smile across his face.

Samantha smiles nervously, her hand desperately trying to grip the wall behind her. “M-M-My Daddy taught me to un-und-understand that j-j-just because you have something, you shouldn’t make others who don’t jealous.”

Silas laughs loudly, “Your Daddy sounds like a weak fucking pussy!”

“My Daddy is a far greater man you could ever wish to be!”

The smile drops from Silas’s face and he is upon her in a blur of madness, his hands around her throat. “IF YOUR DADDY IS SUCH A HERO TO THE PEOPLE, WHY AIN’T HE HERE PROTECTING HIS LITTLE BABY GIRL, INSTEAD OF HIDING LIKE THE PUSSY HE IS.”

She looks over his shoulder, at the other three men who follow Silas around like poorly drawn shadows, then back to Silas. “Daddy was killed a long time ago, and I never said he was a hero, I just said he was far greater than you could ever be,” she says coldly, staring deeply into his eyes.

He chuckles loudly, “Well sweetheart, from where I’m standing, your Daddy ain’t nothing but a cum stain on my pants. So why don’t you just turn around and let me and my boys take turns inside that perky little arse!” He says as his other hand grips her buttocks and pulls her against him, so she can feel his hard penis pressing against her.

“Do you know how to count?” She asks.

He stares at her in momentarily confusion before he laughs softly. “What the fuck does counting have to do with anything right now honey? Unless you want me to count out loud as I thrust myself into you before I spill my nut!” He says with a cackle of laughter.

She smiles wryly, “I’m not talking about counting to five, I’m talking about real counting, double figures and shit. Can you do that?”

The smile fades from his face, and he tightens his grip around her throat. “WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU PLAYING AT GIRL?”

“I’m not playing,” She says calmly as she swallows a mouthful of air with some effort.

He smiles nervously, “You b-b-better not be bitch, because I ain’t anyone you should mess with. Shit girl, I’m probably the one who killed your dear old Daddy!” He says, motioning to the others, and they all break out in awkward laughter.

“Daddy would’ve eaten you for breakfast,” She sneers.

“YEAH! WELL I’M STANDING HERE, WHILE HE’S IN THE GROUND PUSHING UP DAISIES! NOW TURN THE FUCK AROUND, BEFORE I MAKE YOU!” He bellows.

She smiles faintly, “Judas brought forth an ending, wiping the world clean with a disease, and when man still stood
on the walls of Jericho, he sent a child to do his bidding.”

Silas takes a step back, still holding onto her by the throat tightly, as his brow furrows, and his lips tremble. “W-W-What the f-f-fuck are you on about?” He stammers nervously.

The smile grows upon her face, and she winks at him. “The end times Silas, the field being relieved of those that need not be part of the greater good. Just like Daddy, you must be accountable,” She says as her eyes light up, and she lets out a high-pitched noise. Before anyone can make a manoeuvre, she explodes in a massive ball of fire, taking all four men with her.

In a small room some distance away Samantha sits up as lights flicker to life, and several television monitors that sits stacked on the desk in front of her switch on.

“Welcome back online Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, how may I be of assistance?” A computerised voice asks.

“Computer, please confirm current status of Silas Dakobe?”

Several seconds pass before the computer responds. “Silas Dakobe is deceased, as is Victor Salshut, Cory Graves and David Hunt, known associates of Mister Dakobe.”

“What’s the final result? How much did I earn?”

“I am sorry Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, but you have failed to earn any rewards from these targets but have instead earned a fine for reckless destruction of military property.”

“WHAT! THAT’S IMPOSSIBLE! SILAS HAD EIGHTY GRAND ON HIS HEAD ALONE! WHAT THE FUCK IS GOING ON?”

“I am sorry Delta-Charlie-Sixty-Seven, but Silas Dakobe, Victor Salshut, Cory Graves and David Hunt, all tested positive to the infection, and as such, were doomed to suffer a more fitting fate than the one you have now given them.”

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Four to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

She smiles awkwardly, in the way you would if you were trying to be sarcastic. But unfortunately, she doesn’t have the comprehension to understand that level of interaction.

“I am only here to please,” she says.

He laughs nervously as he pushes himself further into the couch away from her. “I-I-I-I think the please can be dialled down a bit Veronica,” he stammers.

She grabs his leg tightly and pulls him back towards her. “I am unfamiliar with what you mean by dialled down, can you please update my information cells with this knowledge?”

“I-I-I-It,” he licks his dry lips desperately in the hope of saturating them with some form of liquid, only to find his tongue drier than his lips. He searches in a panic for his drink that was only seconds ago within his reach, but now seems like a mile away.

She quickly spins around and grabs the glass and thrusts it into his face, shattering it into the side of his cheek. The water washes over him, while the glass slices through his flesh, and he screams out in pain.

“I am so sorry,” she says as she sits up and backs away, staring at the mess that sits before her. She tilts her head, as she studies his motionless form, while his dead eyes stare towards her and beyond. She turns to Damien and gives him a blank look of surprise. “I did not mean for that to take place,” she says.

He smiles softly, “Of course you did not my dear. You are still so unfamiliar with the strength you have at your disposal, you are unaware when too much, is too much. We’ll have to spend more time on that at a later date. But right now we have to get you into something more you, and not this thing they all seem to want you to be,” he says as he stands up from his seat and holds out a hand towards her. She gently places her hand in his, and he smiles. “Good girl, you’re learning.” He says as he leads her towards a room full of a hundred or more seemingly sleeping people of various races, sexes and sizes. Slowly they make their way through the room until they come to an empty bed, and she gently sits upon it.

“I am sorry father, I will do better next time, I promise.” She says, her voice void of emotion.

He gently cups her face and wipes a droplet of blood from her cheek.

“I know,” he says as he steps away from her. “Samantha, initiate host dump Veronica,” he says loudly.

Veronica’s eyes glow bright blue, and she stares forward as a mechanical arm feeds down from the roof. “INITIATING HOST DUMP.” A computerised voice echoes throughout the room. Seconds later Veronica’s head splits open to reveal a robotic skull beneath the skin. The mechanical arm reaches down and attaches itself to the skull and pulls it free. Veronica’s head closes once more and she falls to the bed, as if sleeping.

Damien smiles softly at the robotic skull, as he reaches out and gently strokes the side of it. “There you are, my love,” He says proudly.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Three to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

“You’ve finally taken it too far Howard! We are not meant to be a God, we are to be his servants. Kill it! Kill this abomination before things are taken out of your hands!” David says through clenched teeth as he points at Simon.

Howard grabs David’s arm and thrusts him away. “HOW DARE YOU CALL MY CHILD AN ABOMINATION! HOW DARE YOU CALL FOR ME TO KILL THE FUTURE!” Howard runs a shaking hand through his hair, pulling at it in frustration. “What I do, I do so the threats that plague our very existence can disappear. Simon is the most important child that has been birthed since man first discovered how to facilitate his own orgasm, and I will not let you, or anyone else endanger his existence.” Howard says as he pulls a revolver from his coat pocket and raises it towards David. “If you make me choose, it will be him over you.”

“You can’t be serious, you would choose that thing over ME! I am your flesh and blood! I am your FATHER!”

“That thing has a name, and if you choose to ignore it again, I’ll show you what’s more important to me.” He says passionately, thrusting the gun towards David like a knife. “Simon is my SON. He is made from OUR deoxyribonucleic acid, and he is the most important scientific advancement since we began reattaching severed limbs. The blood that bonds us is nothing more than clinical at best father, so don’t try and pull at the heart strings of something you have cared little for in the past fourteen years!”

“I know it is foolish for me to say this, but he is not your son, he is a lab rat. You need to truly understand that, before you do something that endangers everything I’ve worked towards. Ev….” He doesn’t get to finish as Howard fires the gun. The bullet strikes David in the shoulder and sends him crashing to the ground.

“Simon is everything you’ve worked for, and the sooner you understand that the better.”

“D-D-D-Daddy,” Simon slurs through a drool filled mouth as he drags himself along the floor towards where David lies.

“MY GOD!” David hisses as he clutches his bloody shoulder. “It lives?”

“Don’t we all father,” Howard says as he stands above David, his revolver aimed towards him. “Life finds a way no matter what we do. Like all things, Simon was an experiment at first, but then I discovered I had created life, one free from all the ravages the human body has been invaded with. Simon is pure perfection, and indestructible,” Howard says as he quickly turns the gun towards Simon and fires at him several times, each bullet fails to penetrate the flesh.

“W-W-What h-hav-have you done?”

“I’ve created the next evolutionary step for mankind, an unbreakable body free from disease, free from failure. I’ve designed a genome that not only creates, but when required will also destroy.” He says as David feels something grip his arm, desperately he looks down to see a human hand protruding from the back of a baby pig, gripping him tightly. He screams in terror as the hand fuses itself to him, and slowly he feels his world shut down. He turns back to Howard, his mouth hanging open and his eyes screaming at him in terror.

Howard smiles as he tilts his head to the side, observing his father’s final moments. “We are but all experiments father, you and I. Simon will know the freedom you failed to give me, for he is my son, and I love him.” He says as he places the revolvers barrel to David’s skull. “You created me in this lab, and now I will complete the circle of life and uncreate you with the same intent, to better the future.” He says as he pulls the trigger, his voice void of emotion.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book Two to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases

Dale raises his hands high in the air and smiles broadly. “There are many things in your life you are capable of, but of those things the greatest is to be here with me, to celebrate this moment!” He says as he turns to the gigantic screen behind him that shows a live feed from a camera that sits somewhere in front of him, allowing everyone in attendance to see the star of the show.

He waves to himself jokingly, “Hello Dale!” He says enthusiastically to his big screen version.

“Hello Dale,” he replies. “Do you want me to take things over from here?”

Dale turns to the crowd who laugh as he makes a face and points at himself. “I’m sorry, but I thought this was my show?” He says.

“It is your show Dale, don’t let me take that away from you. But I’m the you from two hours ago, who you pre-recorded to allow the grand story of what has gone on in the past, to be told without fault or failure.”

“Are you saying, I don’t trust myself to tell the story correctly?” Dale asks.

“That sounds about it,” the big screen version says, as the audience breaks out in louder laughter.

“Oh well, I guess if I don’t trust myself, who can I trust?” Dale says with a smirk upon his face.

“Well no one, obviously.”

“So tell us Dale, what brought us here to this point today?”

“I’m so glad you asked,” the big screen version of Dale says, as he looks out into the crowd. “At the beginning of the new millennium, a small veteran company that was on the verge of total collapse proceeded to make a giant leap forward in the mobile phone market when they released one of the first phones that included a camera. This movement revolutionised the market in ways no one would be able to understand, then more features were added until this little thing here,” he says holding up a small mobile phone, “was as powerful as this pile of now defunct pieces of equipment.” He says as the camera pans to an assortment of computers, cameras and other once highly sought-after electronic devices.

“Since then man has strived to continue to update and over produce the next big thing, the next gigantic leap in technology. But so far, no one has managed to take that big step, no one that is until my team and I at AnySoftware did something magical. We have taken that next step, to take a phone beyond that of a phone. We have made the steps beyond that of simply adding and quadrupling camera lenses. We have created the final evolution of not only the humble mobile phone, but we have also upgraded ourselves.” He says to a thunderous applause.

“Please you are too kind, you really are.” He says with a bashful smile on his face. “Now, I have to come clean. For you see, I’ve done some misdirecting at the beginning of the show. The little guy down there,” he says, pointing to the Dale who is on the stage. “That’s not actually me, it’s an actor by the name of Thomas Geard. Say hello Thomas?” He says.

“Hello!” Thomas calls out, waving to the audience with a huge smile on his face.

“Thomas steps in as my double from time to time when I have certain business needs that I can’t avoid taking care of, like today. Now before you get upset, I need you to understand what I’ve done for you today. I know many of you will find it hard to take the next step in our combined evolution, as it’s not that pretty to look at. Knowing that, I took it upon myself to personally have the new asPhone installed so I could show you just how it operates. Now without any more stalling, let’s give myself a warm welcome, as I show you the new asPhone XX!” He yells, the crowd roars to life with excitement as Dale fades away, and the screen focuses on a set of curtains that begin to part in the centre of the stage. The stadium falls silent as Dale awkwardly walks through the curtains, an asPhone surgically attached to his face, and two eyeball like camera lenses attached to his fingers. “We-Welcome to THE, THE, THE FUTU-FUTUREEE!!” He bellows.

***

Follow the below link to purchase 2020 Book One to read all 20 five minute short stories.

Before you lies a piece of a puzzle far grander than you could ever know or imagine. For scrawled in blood upon the pages hidden within the above tome is stories twisted twenty in all, soaked in the embers of my insanity. Five minutes to glimpse inside the eyes of someone new, five minutes to answer, five minutes to sin, five minutes to do almost anything. A god, a demon, a harlot, a whore. A fascist, a killer, a sinner, a door. Death and division, humanity askew. A belfry of bats, a sea of black cats, so many moments out there to see, so many things you could see with me. So take a seat beside me and call it voodoo, because now you ride with me too…

press above to go and follow me over in Facebookland

press above to go and follow my Amazon Author Page

press above to go and keep up to date on book releases