Smoke And Mirrors

Wispy white hair halos his head like smoke, desperately clinging on to wrinkled skin stretched too tight over his scaly scalp. Red drops dribble down his chin despite The Woman’s best effort to feed him carefully. They stain his faded once-white shirt like blood spatter. Tomato today. Pity. “T…tastes…like…sh-shit”. He wheezes to The Woman with … More Smoke And Mirrors

Author’s Note 2 – On Misunderstandings (aka “I’m not a demon”)

I once briefly dated a girl who expected me to be a demon. She knew me to be such – this brooding, bad boy and a creature of the night – because she had read it in one of my novels: “Darkness Feeds”. Or at least she thought she had. Before our first official date, … More Author’s Note 2 – On Misunderstandings (aka “I’m not a demon”)

Please Feed Me

They say that the way to a man’s heart is through his stomach and for me personally there’s definitely some truth to that. Food alone isn’t enough to sate my appetite though. I also crave compliments which are freely given and come straight from the heart. If I had a spirit animal it would be … More Please Feed Me

Author’s Note 1 – Transitions (aka “Does anybody even read these bits?”)

For a long time I believed that I could only write if I had a muse – somebody who inspired me to write. And for four long years I did no creative writing because I had no muse. Or more accurately I had one but was afraid of using her because I feared that the … More Author’s Note 1 – Transitions (aka “Does anybody even read these bits?”)

Like Magic

“All characters appearing in this work are fictitious. Any resemblance to real persons, living or dead, is purely coincidental.” I start with the old lie – well worn through years of misuse but still willing to return for one more performance. Because it’s you. It’s always you. How shall I summon you today? With a … More Like Magic