canedtweety

The best way to get a car when you have no money. Easy. Well I say easy. It takes a little work and a lot of brain. Let’s look at the options. 1) Steal a car. Good but you can get caught easily. And you always have to worry about taking it           in to be serviced, you know the whole registration thing not adding up. 2) Buy a cheap car. Works but has no style. And the thing will break down after a short while 3) Kill a relative with a nice car. Like my sister. But then you look like your goanna gain from her death and police will be every where Best plan is to frame your sister for the death of someone she hates. Like that boss of

He had been searching for years now. So long he couldn’t quite rember what he was searching for. Falling through the cracks. It could have been a woman. Glimpses of red hair and brown eyes and a golden smile. A lover? A daughter? Or maybe just a phantom of his imagination? But still he kept searching. He recalled the normal search. Police and snitches. Doing foot work. Then the cracks. Into realms that could not exist. Things that drove him to the edge and perhaps beyond it. Fay and demons. Angles and imps all mixing together. One world to the next. Walking from place to place. Glasgow to Manchester. The goblin market to hell and the n

As I opened my eyes and looking round I knew I was in a strange place. It was warm and soft. As I became aware off my surroundings I realised I was in bed. It was so warm and safe. I heard a noise from below. I knew that the noise held a danger to me. I had no idea what to do. I thought it would be one off the family drawing me back to the dark and cold. I called out. When a man rushed in I was terrified. I had no idea who he was but so remembered. It was my dad. He would keep me safe and banish the dark for good. Then I heard the voice below. It was mine but not mine. Fear crept through me. If he choose the me that was not me I would not be

As Bishop Tomas ran through the vaults he regeted his choice. Well many of them really. Everything from steal the fags from his dads shop when he was young to the lust full thought that entered his he whenever he saw sister Bendadict. But mostly he regeted persuading the archbishop in opening the cathedral. It had started so innocently. As a young boy he use to pass the building on his way to school. The dark imposing presence that had seeped into his dreams. He had thought is was a sign from god. It had lead him in to the church. Determined to open the cathedral for the people he had worked his way through the ranks before becoming a bishop.

At first it was a shock. I had heard the servents talk about shadows. Places where the Light was not king. That a thing called dark would linger in places. That a copy of you would walk beside you and never leave your side. These stoires would create mixed emotions in me. The idea of something called dark where the Light could no access was terrifying. It went against all the teachings. That there is something the Light cannot bet, that was out of our control. The thought would keep me up at night, making me cry with fear. But the thought also excited me. The idea that you had someone with you. Someone who never went away. In the house we we

     It’s always been there. Bubbling under the surface. Creeping into our dreams. Creating a fear that ran society. The old gods spreading their hold. But we fought back. We created the new gods.    We worshiped them. Money, TV, lights and noise taking the place of dark, science and fear. And it was good. Then the new gods became real.    It started with death. People sacrificed in new ways, use of wire and electricity replacing knife and sical. We tried to turn the tide. Shut down the TV. Turn of the radio. Stop the flow of energy. But they didn’t go away. They take our energy and life. Devouring our souls for the power.

  Today was just like any other day. The clock had just struck five and people were leaving their offices to make their way home and spend time with their families. Standing on the roof of a hotel, was a silent watcher dressed in lose but elegant travel clothing. His hair and general complexion was dark, but his eyes were so light that they almost seemed to glow.      As the watcher looked at the crowds bellow him, he thought about how similar so many things in the world were; no matter where he was in the world he could always rely on the end of work crowd. If there was one thing that calmed him, it was observing the ordinary people rushing