The Twisted Roads To My Madness
He stands in the doorway, looking out into the cold night, firmly gripping a shot gun in one hand and a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels in the other, from which he take a large mouthful. He hears twigs breaking in the forest beyond his house and then the rustling of bushes and he […]
‘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…’
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….’
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 […]
‘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….’
‘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 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 […]
The Twisted Roads To My Madness 