Time - if only there was more of it, because the next second might be your last - like a fleeting glimpse of life in a kaleidoscopic burst of colour, a sudden camera flash or perhaps a swirling grey blur of approaching death, or maybe it could be the deep maw of nothing.



Time is a memory, a snapshot, an invention; seconds, minutes, hours...perceived as an entity, yet it neither exists as a being nor is sentient, but it yields and bends, it can be manipulated, and it moves even when… Continue

Nothing lasts, not day or night, not a song by either human or lark, not the phases of the Moon casting silver tinted pockets as it marches silently through the heavens, not the seasons swirling like the wind and churning out myriad…

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Split in two, sliced neatly, cleanly, pain delivered like a torpedo, and then slowly the implosion, the distended sensation of life force being sucked into oblivion.

No time to recover; the mind explodes into myriad colours, grinding nerve endings and bursting brain…

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It crept forward, unhurried. Globules of saliva dangled from its mouth like glinting skewers.

Fear churned with fathomless spite, adrenaline swilled in his stomach and it gurgled. The odd sensation seeped through thinly encrusted cells as he watched the creature advance, and a breath lodged in his throat, held his lungs to ransom.

Wide eyes penetrated the dusk, as though to lure, and they mesmerised him as the creature slowly inched forward, sinewy body…

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