After 9 days I let my mind run free

No matter how many times we storm the tower who we are can't be rescued. Filligan let the thin line of blood run across his fingers before turning up his collar, 'How long do we have left?' 'You were out for 5.23 minutes,' if there was any remorse Bastian didn't show it, 'which will reduce … Continue reading After 9 days I let my mind run free

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Just depends what sort of mood I’m in

Bastian Celeste detested heroes. All that perverted selfishness and hidden agenda, where was the honesty in that? Sure, moral corruptions followed him around like a pack of rabid dogs, but lying had never been one of them. He picked up a coffee at the station and ducked past the security checks, stone-skimming his phone ID … Continue reading Just depends what sort of mood I’m in

I’ll slip into something more comfortable…

The first thing that impressed people about Bastian Celeste was that he could speak two dozen languages. What they didn't notice in all their admiring was that language was about control, and Bastian had an intent so complicated even he was unsure of how far down he’d crawled. He flicked a glance at the pinnacle … Continue reading I’ll slip into something more comfortable…

Missing the Maelstrom

You know I’m dying, right? And you. Waiting patiently for the adverts to end. Eating the popcorn rituals of your indifference. To see what happens next. While I politely asked for help. Because I was already holding on by my fingertips. I only saw the storm once. A distant silver light. Unbridged. Untamed. Unwanted. Turned … Continue reading Missing the Maelstrom

HOURGLASS

9am. A dustcart trails cherry blossom in bridal chaos. Traffic roulette spins on who's gonna carry the scent bouquet. A guy asks strangers for money and his words rehearse legitimacy through an ice show of withdrawal. £21 for shelter, he says. I don’t ask what sort of shelter he means. 9.15am. I sit in a cafe … Continue reading HOURGLASS

Spaceman

The skies bled dark. And First Contact was unfurled in monuments of intent, as unfathomable in their science as the cold silence that had preceded their arrival. And even before the news broke, we knew they were here to kill us. There was nothing they wanted, the politician said through a firework of light, and all we could … Continue reading Spaceman