Archive | 24.12.2009
- On the Prowl
The club was nasty. Not just the lack of cleanliness or the barely camouflaged pornographic nature of the décor, but the atmosphere permeating it. He was off the map and here there be monsters. There was a dark metallic thump to the music and it filtered in through not just his ears but his very pores. The predominant colour in the club was black; black hair, black clothes, black makeup, black walls and floors. The mood was black. Everything was dark and sinister and sexually charged. The dancers ... more
- The Hangman's Daughter
"Thank you for selecting this little story.
I trust you find it pleasant and not too gory.
Happy I if it draws a hand
Down to cock or cunny,
Or, gentle Reader, were it deemed to be
Dead Funny."
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The events which so greatly affected the course of my existence occurred not long after I had attained my nineteenth year. My father, Sir Thomas Martham, was the greatest landowner in our part of the country. It happened at this time that we were plagued by poachers, which cost us many a good fowl. In ... more