Omniscient Third
**Omniscient Third** **By Glycanthrope** Allow me to introduce myself: I am a fly. A very ordinary housefly, at times drab black and grey, at other times iridescent as light reflects off of my body and wings and turns to colour. Perhaps nothing to...
One Dot Below the I (#4)
I'LL BEGIN THIS POEM A SHORT DISTANCE FROM HERE POEM ONLY A MINUTE OR SO BEFORE YOU CAME IN POEM YOU THOUGHT TOO LONG ABOUT IT AND YOU MISSED POEM THE FIRST LINES TOO BAD, THAT WAS THE BEST POEM AND HALFWAYS YOU THINK (POEM) "THAT WAS EASIER THAN...
Fallen Angels, Part two - Falling From Grace
Chapter one Falling From Grace "Daniel?" "Speaking." "Quinn here." _Inspector Quinn?_I reached for the remote and put _Kind of Blue_on pause. Quinn is one of the few people outside of my family who knows about my unusual condition. He's also chief...
Pages From a Dog’s Diary #3
It really doesn't take much - a warm space under the kitchen table, the simmering kettle on the polished stove - Mrs Grant's quiet humming of a popular song.You could also say, it takes a whole lot, but mostly it's the sum of tiny things that makes...
Cry Me a Murder (part six): I Won't be Calling Home, mother - I'm Dead.
"Dude, I'm in trouble." I hesitated contacting inspector Quinn, because I knew he would blow a fuse if I told him about Archie Phelps, and in particular about my involvement in his demise by demon. So I postponed the call until ten thirty, when I knew...
Cry me a Murder (conclusion) Otherkin, my Demonheart
I left the seaside town of San Blas, driving east towards El corral and the convent of Iuna's sisters. The sisterhood, and with them Nurse Richards were sworn to protect the innocent and the weak. If Richards had fled the hotel with Chris Tell, the...
Salt of the New Earth (*Short story*) Part 2 of 3
_Mavericks, daredevils, risk-takers… and outcasts._ _This was the kind of people who signed up for interstellar travels. They were brave people, but every soul had their quirks, and the crew aboard the Stargonaut was no exception:_ _Navigator...
Cry Me a Murder (part eight): Mother Knows Beast
The corpse of Mr. Tejon -soon to be buried under his official name of Ted Jones, was all over the kitchen floor. Like agent Phelps before him, Ted Jones had been torn to shreds. Deep claw marks ran from his torn throat to his open abdomen that was now...
Cry Me a Murder (Part three) The Sun, the Sea and the Silent Scream
"I'm putting you into room 110," said Fernando. "It comes with a wonderful view over the rye fields." The manager was a tall, slender man in his late fifties. His hair was almost silvery gray but with no sign of baldness setting in. Thirty years...
Pages From a Dog's Diary
**Pages From a Dog's Diary #1** I have often wondered, what was behind the green gate. It looked as if it was never opened; old and dusty, on rusty hinges and with thick layers of green paint flaking off. But today, someone had left that gate...
Fallen Angels, Part three -Scratching the Itch
Chapter two Scratching the Itch I think Inspector Quinn and I were equally surprised when his crazy idea worked. We both knew that drinking is a strong trigger for my grip on reality to collapse. Time, space and dimensions buckle under their own...
Cry Me a Murder (part nine): The other side of Zero
_Terminated?_ I was one grade away from being targeted for termination by the MI-16. I had already killed three MI-16 agents, and if the MI-16 decided I was to blame for the death of Jack Tell, they would come screaming at me, like a battalion of...