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I was born into this living death in the nineteen-thousand-and-twenty-fifth consecutive Year of Our Lord (an impressive run by Our Lord, unlikely to be bettered for several millennia, at least). I had been feeling slightly off colour for almost a week, and was seriously considering a visit to the local doctor, when a charming, well-dressed man with smouldering eyes jumped at me from a bush and started eating my neck. Read the rest of this entry »

Doctor Albrecht Cula at Number 42 opened his door to find three child-sized mounds of dirty cloth and gaffer tape holding out pudgy hands and peering through misshapen eyeholes. They stood in height order, shortest one on the left, tallest one on the right.

“Trickle Treat?” asked the tallest mound. Read the rest of this entry »

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“Holy crap! It’s not working! Run! Run!”

“Heel! Heel, goddammit!” Read the rest of this entry »

“Hello? Is anybody here?”

Behind me the door clicked heavily shut. The velvet curtains rustled as they fell back into place, blocking all natural light. I stood for a moment and let my eyes adjust to the gloom. When they did, I could see that the shop, or “shoppe” as the sign had proclaimed it, was spacious and well-appointed, with a wide array of merchandise. It was, however, completely empty and rather shadowy. Read the rest of this entry »

The lover:

A single candle flares to life in a curtained night chamber, and I know my journey is over. I came here to watch outside the manor house in the silent darkness of early morning, standing in anxious vigil as I awaited a sign. The light speaks to me, tells me I have not quested in vain.

But what power has called me here?

I thought never to return to this land, this land of my birth, this land where once my ancestors ruled with the law of sword and knout, and townsman and peasant alike abased themselves in the dust as our curtained carriages rumbled past.

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On the day that the box was brought aboard, the first mate told me that it would be the cause of all our deaths and I felt a great happiness at the notion. None of us, of course, knew what the box contained, although there were plenty of rumours. Read the rest of this entry »

Priscilla’s eyes fell to Jared’s arm. They followed the long, thick vein that extended from his wrist to his chest, and beneath that, she imagined, to his beating heart. He watched her eyes, feeling the desire in them. Read the rest of this entry »