The Fight For Fendemy (Part 1)

Percival Anderpold II eyed with a nonchalance befitting dead men the force amassing across the river. Rumours had hinted at the ambitions of Yanderlar’s fresh-faced king; They told of skirmishes in the East and sackings further North along the Divinus mountains that demonstrated a demonic capacity for destruction. They said he would be the king to conquer all kings and that once he’d fulfilled his fate he would take his leave in the divine from whence he came. Continue reading

Alan & The Delectable Desk

In the top drawer of Alan’s delectable desk, I found a ball no larger than one you would use in a game of tennis. I think it’s made of light. It did not shock me, Alan commanded an aura of difference befitting grand desks and otherworldly objects in a mid-level administration office; But what could it be for? My subconscious must know better than I, it’s overriding the control I had over where my eyes lie. My god is it mesmerising, I cannot, seem to… Continue reading

Wake up!

Snap. You are in a box. The walls glimmer white with a fluorescent shimmer. Looking around, you can see that your cage contains no door, no windows. In a panic you seek a small crack that could indicate a hidden escape, to no avail. A bead of sweat drops through your field of vision and your insides become constricted, claustrophobia is coming. Where are you? Continue reading

Drift

I don’t know which way I’m facing. Black is up, black is down. White is everywhere, yet so far away. How much longer do I have? The suit became depleted hours ago, though I am still here, drifting. My vessel had crawled out sight a few days ago, isolating me, condemning me to the depths of inevitable mortality.

We had blasted out of the atmosphere 6 years and 246 days ago at the moment of malfunction. Totally unexplained. Our task had been to visit a system within one light year that had promised a home for the flailing society we left behind. Now, I, am left behind. Continue reading

16th October 3426

Under this dome, we seek peace. Since its placement over our small community we have strived to lead better lives than the savages beyond. Our dome keeps us safe from the unrelenting death and desecration of pointless war, and for that we owe it our lives. Continue reading

Jay Jay The Banay-nay

Jay Jay the Banay-nay lay chill in his Moroccan patterned fruit bowl. Chin’ chillin’ with his buddies Jay Jay was the life and soul of the party. The apples bobbed with laughter at Jay Jay’s jokes while the grapes guffawed – boring bastards – and the oranges danced out of their skin to his beatz. Every bowl of fruit is brought to life with a Banay-nay. Jay Jay took full advantage of his stature in the fruit world, taking favours from passing compadres and taxing those who stayed for longer as if the bowl were his personal hotel. Continue reading

Birds Are Stupid

Pine Cones whizzed past a startled flock of buzzards, scattering their family across the sky. Wearing a worn Manchester United shirt combined with last season’s blue away shorts, Eddie had been throwing pine cones at birds for the last hour. Continue reading

GG EZ

The light had gone out. Despite G’s best efforts, the click of the spark created no fire above his polished metal fire starter. Twisting it about in his clammed up hands G cursed the gift he had received on the anniversary of the opening of his paraphernalia shop whilst examining the Gothic collection of gargolic heads that adorned it. Giving up on his cigarette, he retreated back into his final stand. The shop was based in a run down shack in the rough part of town. Delinquents on tiny bikes, always with fat tyres, frequented the footpath close by, gathering to cause adolescent anarchy for everybody else. Continue reading

Frank & Furter

Frank blustered through the gilded revolving doors that led to his temporary New York accommodation. He hated this city, and its vulgarity was pronounced that much more this morning. His tongue still burned from the volcanic coffee he was served over breakfast, although the pain distracted him from what he had to face today. Frank & Furter, the gourmet hot-dog joint he had opened with his German cousin, was due to undergo its IPO on the New York Stock Exchange. It was time to break into the money. Continue reading