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Meticulous

I may be a murderer, but I am meticulous. We all have our callings, and this – the slicing and dicing and curing of human meat – is mine. I make it an art work, a vocation. I am careful … Continue reading

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Crow Man

The Crow Man came to the village in the spring. While flowers gently, shyly bloomed and the air took on the warmer promise of summer, he brought a different, incongruent chill. Freshly grown grass would wither with his footfall, and … Continue reading

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Out of the Mist

They came out of the mist when they came. Technically, the mist came first. The first mystery, the mist. falling on our little town one morning, one bright, bright summer morning when mist is incongruous and just should not be. … Continue reading

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Help Me

“These days no-one can just kill anyone anymore,” Jason said with distaste. “They have to make a show of it, something arty and pretentious.” He had a point. I looked at the sign scrawled in blood on the wall: “Help … Continue reading

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Forsaken

After the war all signs of vibrancy were gone. We went, my friend and I, to the old mall where once we’d spent many a lazy, pointless morning. It had been a tribal rite of sorts, the meetings in the … Continue reading

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The Girl in the Wall

She would appear on full moon nights. Only in that one room, up in the attic, and only then. He only saw her because, on such glorious light soaked evenings, he wanted to be at the top of the house, … Continue reading

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Catacombs

Down in the catacombs Rhys, David and me Looking for danger Insolent, free Our bloodied hands A warning sign Destroy all that’s innocent Everything fine Down in the catacombs Rhys, David and me Only fools trespass Down in the mines … Continue reading

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Kissing Trees

I remember the kissing trees, as we called them when we were young. They were in the wooded area on the outskirts of town. The place we would go to play when what kissing trees might signify was barely known … Continue reading

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Sun Lord

The ancients knew, everything comes and departs by the sun. My family grew in this tradition, as generations before. In every other religion, every other myth, our truth was hidden, only for the initiates to recognise. Death and rebirth, sacrifice … Continue reading

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The Children

I’m frightened of the children. They say I have nothing to fear, they are only kids. Kids do silly things. They dress up, play havoc a bit. It’s just being young. That;s what they say,when they say anything about it … Continue reading

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