Certificate 12

Of Machines and Magic - Part one

And so the war between men of machines and invention and the servants of magic had began.

I am no more

If I should die; that love should live and not die with me.


Louise Brooks and the Photophobic Scene

Berlin, 1929


SF. Pt.9 One of these days.

One of these days, thinks Arthur, I’ll write all this stuff down.

Cowboy Killer

Cowboy Killer (6th January, 2009, 2.24pm)

He strode in like a cold wind
blowing through my mind,
words slung from his hips like
guns, bullets ready for firing;
deadly, silver-tongued ones.

Godemiché, or I fell on it

A separate wing has been built to house
these types, who blush at the door,
walk funny, who used to be able to hide
what had happened from other patients.


 Unrealized

One man finds something intriguing, and realizes he sees things differently. Another man cannot find hope.

 RS11 - The Shift

Ryan wakes up back home in Truro with no memory of his life in Cliffport. His parents are alive, his brother is not trying to kill him, and his best friend is still his best friend.


The Pattern of Life - Part Five.

short prose

Medusa

Mystery of your face, mirrors
of your grace,
many smiles have met those lips,
faint kisses filled iwth contempt, naked asps
dance in the air, twist
no one's fair.

Meeting you was like


Last Night On Earth

"I cannot live as nothing, these four hundred years have deadened me. One last glimpse of the light is all I ask."


 Elvis for Aoife

 What are you thinking?

A young couple were walking in the woods during a misty winter morning. In the distance could be heard the roar of a chainsaw, its carousel of chattering teeth racing round the central blade.

Cut and Paste Britney

Dress your own Britney!


“What if...?”

Inspiration point- 25/12/08, 2:10am – A lot of things happened lately and finally inspiration struck me! ;-p

The Pattern of Life - Part 4

short prose

The Pattern of Life - Part Three.

short prose

The Pattern of Life - Part Two.

short prose

Probably the Worst James Bond in Town

A man comes to my door who I haven’t laid eyes on in twenty years. I recognise him as an individual who used to bully me when we were at school.