AUSTRALIAN HORROR AUTHOR
water waves over the ocean,
skies falling from the heavens,
up is longer down,
while left is still right,
pretty pictures of future things,
images dancing with immeasurable might,
function not hopefully,
intestinal tract,
a record split in two,
significant functionality taken from you,
a stutter,
a semblance,
a holiday or more,
forgive me for weakness,
not mine,
but yours…
pollution of the lower bowels,
I cut the flesh to tear it out,
a feeling of loss,
a moment of terror,
significant bleeding,
pain like no other,
quietly skipping,
silently scorn,
breaking the image,
burning the foliage,
a mistake,
an error,
twice,
times are nice,
thrice,
a picture taken earlier,
no image,
no me…
I set sail for lands not near me,
I screamed at people who can’t hear me,
wise to insufferable torments,
I opened my eyes,
and gave them surprises unforgettable,
lies are told to see through,
as the world becomes more unstable,
yellow brick roads fabrications no longer,
the skies sing us praises through trumpets blown,
masterful manipulations fall flat on their faces,
a tomorrow without a today,
a sign without a message,
you ask,
it decided,
fate ain’t all fiction,
it’s all the facts….
Take a moment to wash it down,
sip from the cup,
do not drown,
a breath not taken,
a second that will forever last,
we the people of sin and salt,
full of class not counted,
a call was given,
the sun was gone,
deceptive ingredients cast aside,
the spell was done,
I whispered the winter words that gave your grave earth,
I wanted to wish for different things,
but the birth,
the birth,
the birth…
He looks down at the tablets screen, then up at the number on the side of the house, and back down to the tablet.
“This is the right address, Thirty-Six West Bentley. Code violator is a Michael Right, twenty-four years old. Kid has a sheet as long as I’ve been wiping my own arse, so it seems he’s hard of hearing,” he says as he turns to the other officer who stands beside him.
“I’m fairly sure I’ve been here a few times in the past, and if it’s the kid I’m thinking of, he’s a shifty little fucker Jezza. Bum jumped out the back window and it took half a day to catch the little fuck.”
“How do you want to play this one then. Should one of us go around the back just to be sure?”
“Old second-hand grab bag style, although it has been known to backfire from time to time. If you go in the front door under-manned you could get jumped, and if that happens Templeton will have our badges for not following procedure.”
He looks back down at the tablet and brings up Michael’s Information. “Every time he’s been picked up, he’s been charged with resisting arrest, there’s even two charges of assaulting an officer in here as well. I think it would be fucking stupid of us to follow procedure with this one. If we come at if from both sides, we might have a better result, or at least a quicker one.”
“Agreed, I’ll take the back,” he says as he jumps up and down, and cracks his neck. “Give me ten to get into position and then go for it. Don’t forget that the kid has four dogs registered at this address, and his mum has two. So there’s a good chance that there’s at least six dogs inside with the perp,” he says as he runs down the street awkwardly. Jezza looks back down at the tablet, then up at the house, looks down either side of the street and opens the gate. Instantly a dog starts barking from somewhere inside the house, and he swallows a dry mouthful of air.
“Why do I suddenly feel like I’ve been given the rough end of the stick,” he mutters to himself as he steps on to the front porch and knocks on the door. He wipes his brow as he waits while several dogs now bark wildly on the other side.
“What the fuck do you want?” a woman’s voice yells from inside the house.
“I’m here to speak to a Mister Michael Right,” Jezza calls out.
“Sorry mate, ain’t no Michael Right here, so you’ve obviously got the wrong address. Now piss off or I’ll set the dogs on you,” she replies gruffly.
“I-I-I, I’m sorry but I’m going to have to insist you open the door and keep your dogs at bay. Failure to follow these directions will result in a warrant being placed in the system for you, and possible termination of you and your son’s dogs Mrs Right. So I recommend you adhere to my request and open the door.”
For the next few moments, the only thing that can be heard is the dogs barking, “SHUT UP!” she bellows, and the dogs fall silent. “Why do you want Michael? What’s he done?”
“I am here because Michael is guilty of a code six bravo. We have samples taken from two locations in the last twenty-four hours that have been traced back to two of your son’s dogs, one of which he has been already ticketed for two similar charges in the last month. I’m sure you’re well aware that it is a three thousand dollar fine, and either termination of the pet or relocation,” Jezza replies.
“Fuck,” she hisses, as the door opens. She stands there looking at Jezza coldly, while the dogs quietly sit beside her. “Which pup is it?”
He looks down at the tablet and quickly reads through the processing notes, “The dog in question is named Theodore,” he says. As he looks up, he catches sight of a brick coming towards him, leaving little to no time for him to outmanoeuvre it, and it hits him in the face.
“Ain’t no one taking my boys away from me because my idiot of a kid didn’t pick up some shit.” she says as he crashes to the ground. The world spins violently around as he desperately scrambles to his knees, turning just in time to see the dogs surge forward towards him in an explosion of teeth and saliva.
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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…
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“It’s FARKING stark, that’s what it is, and nothing any of you PRICKS can say will change my FUCKING mind about it!” Shaun spits venomously as he holds the blood drenched knife out towards them in a shaking hand.
Theodore smiles broadly and raises his hands into the air, while a sea of red continues to grow from his stomach. “Such a violin playing moment,” he says in obvious jest as he looks around at the others, then back to Shaun. “It would break my heart not to have one, if I had one that is.”
“W-What?” Shaun stammers as he shakes his head in a moment of confusion. “D-Do you mean it b-breaks your h-heart not h-having a violin or that y-you don’t h-have a heart?”
Theodore shrugs his shoulders and smiles wryly. “Does it matter which, for they both lead to the same ending at this point of our little game.”
“OF COURSE IT FUCKING MATTERS!” Shaun snaps with renewed vigour, darting the knife towards them aggressively once more. “CONTEXT ALWAYS MATTERS REGARDLESS OF WHEN IT IS GIVEN!”
“And there, that is why you’ll die, and I’ll continue as I always do. For you see Shaun my old mate, I see the bigger picture while you are focused on the miniature and meaningless.” he proudly boasts as he looks around the room with stoic poise while bopping his head to a beat that plays only inside his. He turns back to Shaun and gyrates his hips as if he was a stripper getting the audience
“W-W-What are y-you doing?”
“I am feeling the moment,” he says as he places his hands behind the back of his head, and pokes his tongue out, as he thrusts his groin forward with each gyration. “Can’t you feel it? The intoxication of it all!”
“N-N-No,” he stammers as he adjusts his grip on the knifes handle while wiping the sweat from his eyes with his free hand. “I-I-I, I don’t understand a-any of this.”
“I know, and it shows,” he says as he winks playfully towards Shaun, before he places his hands on his hips and really gets into the thrusting, abandoning the gyrating almost completely. “But if you closed your eyes, and let go, you would be amazed at what you can do.”
“I-I-I, I’M NOT CLOSING MY FUCKING EYES! I’M NOT! YOU’LL ATTACK ME! KILL ME! I-I-I, I’M NOT A FOOL!”
“You are so untrusting, what if I promised I wouldn’t attack you? What if I swore to you here and now, that I wouldn’t dare do anything while you had your eyes closed? Would that make you feel better?” he says as he places a hand up in the air, and the other over his heart.
“Y-Y-You promise?”
“I swear on all that I hold dear, I, Theodore Bestelli, will not make any moves towards you, whilst you have your eyes closed.” he says proudly.
“Y-Y-Your word?”
“My word, and as you know, my word is everything.”
“O-O-Okay.”
“Good, good,” he says as he places his hands on his hips again and begins slowly gyrating them once more. “From the top, and with a bit more depth,” he says with a broad smile, as he thrusts his groin forward with more gusto.
Shaun nervously smiles as he places his hands on his hips and starts to rock back and forth while his eyes gently close. “I-I-I, I feel it, I-I, I really feel it!” he says with excitement, seconds before he his tackled to the ground by several of the others, knocking the blade from his hand.
“Y-YOU PROMISED! Y-YOU FUCKING PROMISED!” he bellows as the horde tear into him, while Theodore continues to thrust his groin forward with each gentle gyration.
“And I ain’t moving buddy, just like I promised, but I never promised for everyone else,” he says with a wicked grin across his lips as Shaun is torn limb from limb.
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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…
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Examine me in the sea of tranquillity,
I was not given,
I was not seen,
the terror formed before me,
sight was something expected,
regretted once was lost,
fill me with your hatred,
I’ll tie my noose with it,
spread my wings beneath it,
sour fruit was picked with it,
you hatred,
clean and wise,
dissected in the prions that we call our sins,
not open to a forgiveness,
never let in,
given flight,
given lies,
foolish lies…
I’m coming,
catch a phrase,
I see you,
what a game,
nightmares in red,
worshipped in black,
yellow seas of rain,
see it run,
I’m coming,
let’s repeat the days,
I see you,
spit my name,
whispered words never done,
swearing from the searing sun,
wounds are open,
blood runs,
I’m coming,
purple haze,
I see you,
burnt by the flame,
historic places,
broken dreams,
you see me squirming,
I’m busting out,
this fleshy suit,
my prison cell…
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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…
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Follow the below link to purchase 2020TOO 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…
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“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.
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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…
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“Its colour isn’t what I expected it to be,” he says as he casts a concerned glance towards Carlisle. “Are you sure it’s stable?”
Carlisle smiles broadly and flicks his arm forward, snapping his fingers like a gangster rapper. “You FUCKING know it brother! My shit is clean and pure, but above all those FUCKING things, my shit is constant and trendsetting. I mean brother, if you’d seen my SHIT out in the wild, you’d know that colour is a thing of tribulation as I’ve got bigger fish to fry, but that don’t mean I’m not a craftsman, wanting to give my skills a constant challenge. FUCK you and your colour critique, because my brother I could make it yellow, purple, orange or blue for that matter if I wanted, but it’s green that lights this fire tonight, it’s green that bathes babes in the woods! My green gunja is gonna set fire to your nervous system as well brother! It’s gonna turn you inside the MOTHER-FUCKING out!” he spits with poise and promise, snatching the small vial from Dav’s grasp and shaking it vigorously until it changes colour yet again. He holds it proudly in the air with a broad smile across his dry lips. “See MOTHER-FUCKER! My SHIT is special! MY SHIT IS GOLD!”
“I never meant to sound like I was insulting your goods Carlisle, it was just a concerning query about the quality of what we are discussing. As you know through being a user yourself, we’ve been moving Big Maude’s varilium for well over a decade or more, but with his sudden fall from grace, and Mister Toad’s desire of not wanting to be associated with the lower lifeforms who raise the attention of those above his harem, we have found ourselves looking for a new partner, one who has the ability to understand the tricky political atmosphere that exists around the many business ventures controlled by Toad’s empire,” he says as he gestures towards the air that separates them.
“Well Dav my old lad, you’ve not only come to the right place, but you’ve also come to the only place that could handle the numbers your boss is looking for. So to keep us both in the red, I’ll overlook your little off-hand insult just this once, but don’t take it as a sign of weakness, take it as a sign of intelligence. For I, as a businessman, would be a dead set fool to shy away from the sort of turnover I could potentially achieve by intertwining my activities with someone as influential as Mister Toad.”
“Then, we have a deal?”
“Too FUCKING right we do,” Carlisle says as he thrusts out his hand for Dav to shake.
“No, that’s not how we do things,” Dav says as Carlisle is grabbed from behind by two of Dav’s security officers.
“WHAT THE FUCK! WHAT THE FUCK!” Carlisle screams as Dav produces a small pistol like apparatus that he presses against the side of Carlisle’s neck.
“You must understand Mister Carlisle, it is of course nothing personal, but it is a vital requirement for all of Mister Toad’s employees to be chipped and registered with our security team, especially since the catastrophe Big Maude caused for us all.” he says as he pulls the trigger and injects a microchip into Carlisle’s neck, where it quickly attaches itself to the base of his skull as the officers drop him to the floor.
“I’LL FUCKING KILL YOU!” Carlisle snarls as he leaps to his feet and towards Dav, which only causes him to smile broadly.
“I very much doubt that sir, I very much doubt that indeed,” he says as a few hundred volts surge through Carlisle’s frame that send him back to the floor once again. “Welcome to Toad industries, I am sure you will do Mister Toad proud.” he cackles loudly.
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Follow the below link to purchase 2020TOO 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…
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watch me suffer on live tv,
worshipping the god who you cannot see,
we recreated the atom bomb,
to drop on others before we’ve gone,
a mark to make,
a minute to make it,
reality not so raw,
flesh red and sore,
longevity given to the rich,
wanting by the poor,
a disgrace of destiny,
wandering weathered friends,
five not four,
sense for the senseless,
penance for the first,
sin from the last…
my fortitude was worth it,
even though my life was worthless,
I battled on the war,
regardless of the score,
some people think I’m blind,
my life is controlled from above,
worshipped for the saviour,
I’ll kill myself to save ya,
plagues every thousand years,
resetting populations smear,
it floods the world with bodies,
shrinking in the processes,
we thrive on travel,
yet we sit right here,
rotting on this sphere…
paint by numbers,
sealed by fate,
a one-off favour,
rotten to the core,
platonic,
tectonic,
widespread worshipping of the dick,
vomiting bike from the guy,
we are a symptom of our disease,
we harvest frogs to sew our seeds,
place the child on the screen,
cut the flesh and watch them scream,
masturbation,
sexualisation,
a winter coat,
an empty vial,
my said not said…
I feel me,
wish I could see,
paranoid,
sucked into the void,
regulated,
speculated,
I fell right by,
you all wonder way,
the was a call,
as I made my fall,
betrayed by thy brothers,
while fathers were killing the mothers,
the price of immortality was wasted,
burnt flesh is all I tasted,
signed the verbal contract,
never gonna get my life back,
suffering for your sins,
shit be blowing in the winds….
I called a number on the phone,
realised too late no one was home,
tired but not to forget,
but found I could not,
the phone rang back,
no one was there,
it was semblance,
it was spite,
a warrior in the cold,
a sinner in the night,
I called me sinister passenger,
he fought,
he forgot,
pleasure of a million knifes,
digging in my brain,
I called the number again,
and found my words replicating,
as the world saw me insane…
longing to see the day,
locked in perpetual dark,
a song not sung on the radio,
a light lost in the night,
sway left with the beat,
stumble right with the sun,
a burning forgiveness,
something undone,
not done,
a person of noted name,
a thrusting of hips connected,
bones leaking blood,
haemorrhages filled with clots,
Jupiter’s moon falling down,
we sing the song,
no words are sung,
a burden of lunacy,
my day,
it was one…
Stay within,
not under,
as the devils dance begins,
the wind starts to sing,
a wild ride in store tonight,
we thrust to the left,
we stumble to the right,
a calling from below,
a thunder from above,
tainted blood floods the shores,
feeble minds race to war,
a shock wave rides,
deep down the track,
now your fucking lost,
in the rain,
and the pain,
everyone’s a hypocrite,
and no one gives a shit,
take on the system,
you ain’t gonna be forgiving,
miles down the track,
never coming back..
I saw a chance for redemption,
in my haggard eyes,
a smile lost in time,
happiness lost in lies,
naked flesh underhand,
clothing on the floor,
a wishing tree lies broken,
the axe in my hand warm,
flying in my own mind,
falling down before,
a wishing tree lies broken,
forgiveness never mine to own,
eyes long lasting staring,
stuck through windows locked,
a future once written dying,
freshly dug earth closed…
