Category: Horror

The Darkest Days of History

Splendiferous Parkingspace first came to prominence in the UK during the 1980s. Nowadays, of course, the 1980s are officially regarded as the most boring decade in human history, even outclassing the Turnip Mania decade of the 1770s in many histories of the world. A period which – of course – ultimately led to the British War of Independence (1775–1783), when the nascent British Empire successfully managed to disentangle itself from one of its more embarrassing colonies. However, despite the terrible fashions and unfortunate hairstyling’s of the 1980s, from which she was not entirely immune, Parkingspace herself is still regarded as…

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The Mystery of Politics

Of course, one of the greatest mysteries of the history of human civilisation is discovering just why humanity succumbed to politics. Many philosophers have theorised that there must have at one point in early human history be a civilisation that was entirely free of this debilitating disease. Herbert Von Tinkletool the great German post-predisunstructuralist historian once wrote that ‘there must have been a period, much similar to the medieval age’s Black Death, where the societies that were free of politics somehow became infected with this disease that has plagued all human societies since.’ However, some argue that politics has always…

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Out of Those Shadows Grew Demons and Gods

Shadows fall across this world. A silent creeping of darkness that hides all we do not see, all we turn away from. We know the shadows and dark places are dangerous. There is a fear that lurks in those shadowed corners that has haunted us from times long before we knew what it was to be human. There are things there that take the shape of those creatures of nightmare. Waiting there, waiting for us to remember them. They take shape out of memory and out of darkness. Their edges are a darker darkness that our minds and memories give…

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The Beast of the Fog

Something crawls out from the realm of possibility. The fog lies deep, solid over the sea. There is nothing to see except the still water with muted waves lying below the greyness of the heavy cloud. It is as though the clouds have real weight, pressing down on the sea, ironing out the waves to nothing more than a suggestion of movement. Hella has her hands raised towards the thick bank of fog. Whether she is warding it off or entreating it to come closer is hard to tell. Her eyes are closed in concentration. Her arms, stiff with tension,…

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The Travellers’ Tales

It was not easy. Jana turned and looked back at the muddy road she’d walked along. This time, when she looked back, the village was out of sight. It was still early morning, but already she could see the smoke from the various fires in the village rising above the treetops into the clear morning air. One of those fires would be her father’s as he heated up his ovens for his bread. Jana almost turned back then, the smell of the warm bread in her nostrils. She had awoken to that smell every morning of her life, seventeen years…

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A Secret of the Dark Places

This world, though, has so many dark places. It has secrets hidden in the shadows, in those dark corners where no light ever falls. There something moves and grows as it waits for the night to fall. There something lurks, nursing its hunger and waiting to take its revenge on the light and the beings that live beyond the shadows. It is an old creature, older than so much else. It has seen so much, and it has forgotten so much. It is eternal, a creature that grows and changes as it feeds and it has never found anything to…

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The Goatexplosion Vegetable Dislocator

Manicminer Goatexplosion is known to almost every juvenile school-age learning unit as the inventor of that essential must-have device for all children forced into the cruel savagery of so-called healthy eating, the Goatexplosion Vegetable Dislocator. For most of his career in theoretical and applied physics, Goatexplosion has been working on matter transportation. At a young age, the transporters in Star Trek fascinated him. As his career developed, he became more and more interested in such devices and the theory and practice of building them. At first, he had some theoretical success when he produced a paper that postulated that it…

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New Cover: An Undulation of a Shadow’s Edge

Above: The new cover for my short story - An Undulation of a Shadow’s Edge. Available on various formats here An Undulation of a Shadow’s Edge (26 pages – 7000 words) Dark creatures writhe in the city’s shadows, Claire has seen them and seen their hungry eyes watching her… and waiting. Claire avoids the darkness and the shadows of the city’s nights because she knows what lurks there. That was until the night she saw Henry, standing in the darkest shadows watching her, wanting her as much as she wants him. But he is as unwilling to leave the dark…

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Sometimes We Forget

Of course, we forgot. Forgetting is so easy, except for those things we do not want to forget. Even now, after all these years, us older ones cannot forget those times, or what came after. Now, though, there is so much to remember, and – well – sometimes, we forget. Susan must have forgotten, that’s all. Yesterday was a bright sunny day, one of those days where it is easy to forget. We found her – what remained of her - in the woods to the east of the compound. She’d gone out alone, alone and unarmed. So, even after…

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The Others

The mornings were cold, dark and slow. Jenna felt a reluctance to leave the warmth of her bed and shuffle out into the cold and dark, especially now. She knew she was safe, for now, inside the house. But she didn’t know how long it would last. The Others, out there, were learning, or remembering, new things every night. One night, Jenna knew, they would find a way into the houses. Then nowhere would be safe. She would have to move, find some place new. Perhaps there were places out there where she would be safe, where she could sleep…

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