The Witchery

I DWELL in the company of witches, none of whom I recognise. All robed in black and taking part in rituals, we are controlled by a matriarchal figure we cannot see but who we know is there. I want out but leaving is not an option. When I do something that is against Her, IContinue reading “The Witchery”

Analyse that

I STOOD in a house, the appearance of which I cannot remember. I stepped outside to look for something. It was dark and when I turned to go back inside, I couldn’t see a thing. I blinked and squinted in an attempt to see at least the outlines in front of me. That’s when IContinue reading “Analyse that”

High Altar

A LONG long time ago in a far off town, some friends and I were invited to a swanky party at an abandoned Victorian monastery that had been converted into a corporate events venue. Rumour had it that back in the day the monks used to run their own moonshine. II ON FINDING ourselves aContinue reading “High Altar”

As the Crow Flies

What has Iain been up to? The Old Man has his ways of getting to the truth of the sins of the son … “… THE MAN slammed his brakes, veering to the other side of the road to avoid lurching forward and flying through the windscreen … When the car finally screeched to aContinue reading “As the Crow Flies”

Who needs drugs?

Let’s go on a day trip. To the country? No, not exactly. We just nip to the place where the very walls vibrate their way from being oh-so-matter-of-factly Georgian and into a realm of bristling auras and dizzy spells and sages who know there’s a very fine line between heaven and hell. The Beast lurksContinue reading “Who needs drugs?”

The Cairnpapple Mystery

Take me to Cairnpapple, where the stars knowingly wink and the sky drops little hints of more universal love than it knows with what to do, where spy satellites blink – in disbelief perhaps of what they know is true. I hear the earth moves at Cairnpapple, trembling to her very core. Some primal rhythmContinue reading “The Cairnpapple Mystery”

As The Crow Flies

MIDNIGHT had long passed and it was raining hard. Visibility was limited to that which was illuminated by the bright flecks of driving rain caught in the beam of the headlights. All else was black. The dance was now a distant memory. Despite the conditions and a bloodstream full of whisky, the man in theContinue reading “As The Crow Flies”