Prince Charmin’ and other Spooky Stories
2. LIPSTICK ON YOUR COLLAR.
3. MINA’S BABY.
4. PRINCE CHARMIN’.
5. RED ROCK DANCER.
7. THE DESTROYER.
10. ROBERT THE MEEK.
11. THE SCEANCE.
12. ODE TO A BUTTERFLY.
15. ARMITAGE AND THE SELFIE.
16. THE SHOOTING OF ISLA B. BLACK.
17. THE TEMPLE OF DILKADEK.
18. THE HOLBORN INCIDENT.
19. THE ALPHA GATE.
20. DRANG NACH OSTEN.
Sometimes its good fun to scribble a little tale which comes to its conclusion within a few pages. Here are a just few which have used my dip and scratch pen to create. Each has a little of the fantastic, and maybe a little horror mixed in here and there. Two of these tales were co-written with two very good (virtual) friends from America. I’d also love to include for you my one and only effort at poetry written so many years ago – to celebrate the birth of my first child.
AN EXCERPT FROM THE DESTROYER :
THE FINAL END OF IT ALL
He sat on a cold wet step on the corner of the windswept, rubbish strewn street. Once a Mecca for the rich and famous, Harley Street, bereft of its high-priced surgeries, home now to rats and a few stragglers who crept through the shadows of the once great city. Like the rats they searched for food. His eyes turned upwards to the sky, focusing like myriad others around the world on the wide trail that flowed across the heavens, its target the moon – sailing serenely through the cloudless night, unprepared and unprotected.
Millions upon trillions of tons of rock travelling at thousands of miles per second struck the far side of the moon, but this time no glancing blow. The moon shuddered and shook. A great cloud of debris rose almost ethereally around her. Blood red, the dust flowed like a windswept veil, held only by the weak Luna gravity and refracting the reflected sunlight. The ichors of the mortally wounded moon flowed outward, surrounding her in a sickly halo.
The Queen of the night began to move, pushed from her orbit she crept imperceptibly towards her larger partner. As she moved she began to rotate. Vistas gazed upon only by astronauts, and those who had poured over the many photographs they brought back with them, became visible. Her face; known, loved, and on the lips of minstrels for thousands of years, was changing, the familiar markings disappeared, hidden forever, in their place a huge piece of another moon could be seen, embedded into her face.
Closer and closer Luna came, until she filled a third of the sky, but by then no-one remained to gaze in wonder upon her new face.
Floods and earthquakes, tsunamis thousands of feet high swept away all that puny man had built and laboured over. Volcanoes belched thick sulphurous smoke that darkened the sky. Meteors, pieces of the moon captured by the earth’s gravity, screamed like burning hail through the thick black clouds.