Latest Forum Posts:

Categories

Latest Stories

1
Beesting
online

Fuel Season 1: Episode 1: The Abominable Seduction

Witness the debut episode of Monday Night Fuel as we follow Solo Magubane

2nd of September - Season 1   “Welcome to Monday Night Fuel.” Those were the words that boomed from Moodswing’s mouth as he stood atop the stage that sat right in the middle of the racetrack. But while Moodswing gave the landmark speech that would change the face of the island province of Azania forever, all Solo could think of was his upcoming race... and just how many people...Read On

0

Tales From the Tabletop III

"Work!" The word that nearly brought the world to ruin.

Wherever they are found, and wherever they have traveled, Kender evoke a common adage amongst those who have encountered them. The most dangerous thing in the world is a bored Kender. I must beg to differ in this tale. For those who don’t know Kender, they are a race of Halflings/Hobbits known for an overwhelming sense of curiosity. So great is their curiosity that they are fearless even...Read On

3

S.E.C.R.E.T. Chapter One

A supernatural love story where people almost get eaten by a monster.

  Chapter One   Valerian wakes to a shrill sound going off by his bed. The bed sheets are tangled and constricted around him, one of the reasons he stopped sleeping in a coffin. He's a very restless sleeper. When he was younger and a coffin was not optional, it was a lot more annoying. He was constantly waking up by banging his elbow or hitting his knee or smashing his head. Once a hole...Read On

6

Back Without Regret

Music takes him back over many years

That’s it. Breakfast dishes all cleared away. Cups neatly stacked, in the lower cupboard, Cereal bowls alongside with the plates. Now, why do I find something so menial satisfying? Oh, don’t I know the reason very well? It’s a form of security. Just like the warm aroma of my wife’s scones baking in the oven. There’s something steadfast and reassuring about that sort of thing. Fifty years or...Read On

4

The Long Road Home Chapter 14

“How can snow still be so beautiful amidst all this devastation?”

Innsbruck, December 17 th 1943   Both Maria and Katarina were glad that the policeman hadn't argued. They had spent some ninety minutes on the back of this filthy, freezing lorry as it picked its way carefully along the rubble-strewn streets, almost but not quite stopping as it drove over bricks and pieces of debris. The foreman had done a marvellous job of keeping the...Read On

13
Recommended Read

The Decision

 

6

Watching

Who the watcher, who the watched? And who can truly say? That they are ever quite alone, As they rise to meet the day. Many years back then For reasons not obscure. Wrapped in the cloak of Soho Like a million souls before. He watched an act as old as time, But never came to know You don't have to be Prince Hamlet, To take part in the show. In a cell with bars of loneliness He...Read On

6

Converse and Cornflakes

Being organised is not in my DNA

My Alarm goes off at 6 am... it starts with the calm mellow tones of Enya, then Adiemus and progresses through to the likes of Pink Martini and Fever Ray. I really do not like waking up, my finger is well trained at locating the snooze button, so off I go again, back to the land of nod, subconsciously aware of the gentle sounds until I’m very rudely brought back to reality by...Read On

5

The Rhythm of Silence

walking my dog by some mysterious birds

 

6

The airport

The day at the airport Many were waiting for loved ones A look at the clock told the time was near Sounds of the plane had finally come  People moving  Cries and laughter were everywhere A man moved into view My heart told me It was him We stopped  As customs say  Our eyes didn't meet I heard the drop of a bag  Saw him go down on one knee As he extended his hand Palm up I...Read On

2

Anew As One

A forest spirit reborn of love.

 

2

Dexter's House

Ralph never knew quite why he went into the Plaza hotel on that bright summer afternoon. He had passed by the place so many times without ever going inside and each time he did pass, his intrigue grew. The building almost seemed to call out to him. It was as if he was meant to go there and become a part of something, something big, bigger than him, bigger than his pet rabbit, bigger than...Read On

0

Tales From the Tabletop II

Name? Choose wisely...

Here’s yet another fond memory from the bygone days of PnP role-playing. This tale centers around one of my players creating a new character. Everyone playing the game had many characters. We just picked out characters from our portfolio according to whim every time we sat down at our custom-built plywood and 2x4 gaming table. Everyone wanted a wide variety of options, so we often rolled up...Read On

1

A second opinion

A celebrity criminal appearing in pantomine is about to recieve a piece of Barbara's mind.

I can't believe the cheek of him, bold as anything, staring out at me with his stupid face. Well, there's no way I'm putting up with this. No way. I've never liked him, never trusted him. He's smarmy and sly, and now here he is, a face on a poster outside the small Shaftsbury theatre, in the town where I live. He's appearing in a pantomime in a kid's play for God's sake. This man killed an...Read On

6

My Y2K Experience

Memories are best told after the pain of making them is past...

Twenty years ago last night, I spent New Year’s Eve waiting for someone in the world to call and tell me something in our product line didn’t work. Or that it worked incorrectly. It was December 31st, 1999 and Y2K misbehavior was clearly at the forefront of many people's minds. Including mine. In January 1999, I had been re-assigned from Director of World Service to Director of Quality...Read On

1

Tales From the Tabletop

Never get on the Dungeon Master's nerves...

There were some grand moments in my old PnP role-playing days that I will think fondly of until my dying day. This is one of them. My gaming world was one of my own creation, put together in the fashion of Frankenstein’s monster from numerous sources. It was quite the “Monty Haul” campaign, which means that loot was abundant. I balanced this by giving the monsters and other beings in the...Read On

1

A Twelfth-night Masque

Within a medieval castle, festivity begins to take shape.

INT. A MEDIEVAL CASTLE HALL A set of banners are hung around the hall.   SONG: Pastime with Good Company A band of musicians enter and play. They exit afterward.   SCENE: Antimasque The Sprites enter. SPRITES    Black spirits and white, red spirits and grey,    Mingle, mingle, mingle, you that mingle may.    Four points of the circle, weave the spell,    East,...Read On

8

The Whacking of the Trees

It was all she could do for her heart and her soul

 

0

A Nightmare on Christmas Street

One, two ... soon he'll be coming for you. There is a darkness with which we are becoming accustomed to, and it returns every once in a while whether we want it to return or not. No matter how often it comes, or how long it lasts, we never really get used to it at all, now do we?   Half-past six on the morning of Christmas Eve and Christine opens her eyes. Such an odd way to wake,...Read On

0

The Masque of Christmas

  DRAMATIS PERSONAE Santa Claus: a midwinter icon Hans Muff: a satyr The Boy: a curious lad The Archangel: a herald Befana: an old woman The Reindeer: an animal Chorus: peasants, angels     INT. A PARLOR ROOM   A boy is seen in a chair, reading a book. BOY    Santa Claus is very big and fat. He’s got a red suit and a white beard. He brings you many gifts, but not if...Read On

6

Whisper

To fill the hours in the day I do as expected Alone in a crowd I prefer it that way Not really alone As some think I see you in my mind Feel you in my soul Your whisper at times I hear Whenever I miss you the most Every beat of my heart Every breath I take Your whispers give me strength The courage to continue on They are really a treat I realize  To have the time we did ...Read On

3

Christmas Whoopee

Father's major Christmas Worry

A lot of tinsel Kids wanting more Queues at the check-outs In every store What is the reason? Another season Another Christmas   Dad is defensive He knows the sign It's all expensive, The gifts, the wine. But Mom's not stopping She's gone out shopping Another Christmas   She's bought out Harrod's And M and S, She went through Wallmark Like an express So no one's missed out,...Read On

0

Footsteps in the Snow

What do weather people know? They predict the weather for a living and generally get it wrong more than they get it right. They have been predicting big snow in Castletown for the past four winters and no real amount of snow has stuck in that amount of time, well apart from the winter just gone that is. The winter before last it snowed for a couple of hours but it didn't last much more than...Read On

2

Christmas mix

Random thoughts on Christmas

All the images of Christmas past run together like the mix for some sumptuous fruit cake, from which the crumbs will scatter memories, trivial and momentous, garnished by the flow of years. Each crumb falling, out of any natural sequence, so that youth overrides childhood, middle-age falls ahead of youth. Yet childhood remains forever the most crystal-clear of Christmas images, and...Read On

1

The Reaper

The smell of freshly cut grass on a bright and warm summer’s day may sound like a nice thing to experience, but unfortunately for me it generally isn't. My hay fever gets so bad that medication to relieve its symptoms doesn't help me out all that much. Having just passed a field where the grass was still being cut has me sneezing uncontrollably. I am sure my red, itching, watery eyes have...Read On

2

My Pseudonym

How I got a nickname

 

1

Last Stop

Chris wasn't where he should be. He should be at work, sitting at his desk, a place which is a ten minute walk from his home, but instead he is sitting on a bus travelling through a place he does not recognize. Chris has no recollection of how it is that he came to be where it is he is. In fact he cannot remember anything from after he woke up that morning up until this moment where he has...Read On

0

The Elevator

Annie Nevins has been working as a nurse in the same hospital for almost six years and in those six years she had never come across anything particularly strange, unusual or out of the ordinary, well that was or is until right at the end of one shift in particular. Having made her way into an elevator so she could then make her way out of that hospital she had been working in for almost...Read On

2

Waltzing Matilda

A drunk mystery woman appears at the care home social.

I had been living at the care home for a few months when the recreation committee decided to have an end of summer indoor street dance. It’s not that we didn’t have regular recreational events, we regularly had a pub night. Local musicians e.g. vocalists, guitarists, keyboardists & accordionists, who once played the club circuit, now found purpose and meaning in playing the care home...Read On

2

Albert P. Hoffman

'Today we are gathered here to celebrate the life of Albert Patrick Hoffman ....' speaks a priest in the near empty church of St Martin's priory. A closed coffin stands angled before the steps which lead up to toward the altar and the small attending congregation sit up towards the front of the church taking positions either side of the main aisle. Albert had lived an unexciting and...Read On