Nero

Nero

Nero was ugly. He had a face that only a very charitable, extraordinarily lonely and almost blind person could love. His fur was the colour of fresh ash and as wiry as a steel brush. His pointed snout wore a permanent expression of murderous aggression, his fangs...
Let ’em In

Let ’em In

Johnnie is rotten. It has nothing to do with the anarchic lead singer of the Sex Pistols because Johnnie’s mother was five years old when those boys were tearing up London and pissing on the establishment. No, Johnnie is not a pleasant lad. His name is Jonathan, but...
Fingers

Fingers

On a balmy July evening, when he should have been at a party with his Fiance and his uni friends, Gavin Darracott contemplated the intricacies of rhino reconstruction surgery to repair the effects of overusing cocaine. The middle classes were practically bathing in...
Eric

Eric

He squats like a reptilian predator waiting for a moment. That moment, when he’ll strike. Awashed with a light, ruby, and amber he blends into the shadows and lurches out of them like an apparition of smeared blood. He squats, waiting. Eric never paid any mind to his...
What I Am Reading Pt4: LA Punk Snapshots

What I Am Reading Pt4: LA Punk Snapshots

I love books like this. Brenda Perlin has put together a scrapbook of photos taken in the halcyon days of L.A. Punk combined with memories and quotes defining the movement from faces on the scene at the time. The reason I love this book is that it is more of a...

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