I asked her what she felt about me, and she replied; “I'm intrigued.”
Intrigued ? … is that good or bad ?
I'm tending toward the bad because what I wanted was a fire-eyed blistering bout of soul searing, life consuming passion, I wanted her to crawl all over me like a hungry anaconda, crushing the ordinariness of my life out of existence, I wanted all that and more … but intrigued ?
So I turned away and walked toward the lift, as the doors closed I could see her… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 31, 2009 at 5:30pm —
I gotta tell ya folks, I'm a rational, science orientated, non-superstitious cynic. I don't believe in ghosts, demons, hob-goblins, vampires or any of that shit.
So when the kids knocked my door I opened it with the intention of seeing them all off with their respective pointed tails between their legs, “Hah,” I shouted, “what a collection of dumb jessies … dressed up as the devil, witches, demons ….. is that supposed to scare me ?”
They all looked pretty sheepish and I… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 30, 2009 at 5:17pm —
I like the sound of rain pattering on the roof, it's a soothing sound that washes the soul, the background music of the sky.
But then I've always liked rain and long ago when someone told me rain was god crying I never believed it, then or now, rain is about life not crying.
Think about it, rain falls from the sky and makes rivers. Rivers make valleys and valleys are a place for life to flourish. Then the rain moves onto the sea and the whole cycle starts… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 29, 2009 at 7:15pm —
It was a mistake of course, nostalgia always is ... the fact is nostalgia is mostly fantasy, and not good fantasy at that. When it is mixed with time travel, it becomes almost evil.
My home street surprised me, after all it was the 1930's and we have a picture in our minds that the pre-war years were black and white drab, I suppose we have to blame the camera for that. The house I grew up in was only ten years old at this time, so it looked fresh and new, and the street was clean and… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 26, 2009 at 6:24pm —
Her name was ZoBdAG1313Q (let's call her Zowie for now) and she was a neural network quantum computer. A neural network is a layered system of interconnected processors that mimics the function of the human brain, and a quantum computer utilises the super-positional state of Q-bits to represent a seemingly infinite number of different bits of data simultaneously, another way to look at it is that Zowie didn't just think outside the box, Zowie could think outside the Universe.
Put it… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 26, 2009 at 7:42am —
Have you ever had an attack of the giggles ? By that I mean that uncontrollable debilitating sense of laughter which stops you making any sense of everything about you.
And it gets worse, the smallest thing or comment just sets it off even more, and you bend over in uncontrollable laughter, completely out of phase with the world about you. You've probably seen actors get it on TV and film blooper shows, the best the director can do is knock everybody off for an hour or two because… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 25, 2009 at 6:26pm —
As Kesselring pulled his army northward following the fall of Monte Casino, advancing British soldiers were told by their superiors that under NO CIRCUMSTANCES was there to be looting of deserted Italian villages as the army moved forward. And so at this time a platoon of war weary soldiers were sitting on the steps of a monument at the centre of some forgotten Italian hill town, staring longingly at a wine shop with a large padlocked door.
As they sat, a jeep raced around the square… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 24, 2009 at 12:35am —
There are times on those dark cold nights, you know, the nights when winter is getting it's revenge for summer, when I can feel the warmth of her back against mine. She often slept like that, and for a while it worried me until I asked her why she slept with her back to me, and she told me there were times when the world was getting too much, and she wanted someone at her back who would always be there. Sounds a bit soppy doesn't it ? .. but if you'd seen her eyes when she said it you'd know… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 23, 2009 at 6:09pm —
This is what you get for doing shit on the cheap. It looked good, you have to admit 'The Macclesfield Centre of Medical Excellence' has a nice ring to it, and the doctors have got nice clean offices and degrees and shit.
Anyway, I'd always wanted to be a woman, well they're so much more cool and nonchalant and they get to wear great clobber like high heels and hotpants and they can drive pretty much how they like and sod the rules. So I signed up for the op and prepped myself for… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 21, 2009 at 6:17am —
Bellamy had been a cop for 19 years, so he was pretty much old guard, for example his gun was a Smith and Wesson model 28 revolver, although he did make some concession to the modern world by carry a Glock 26 as his backup gun. When he entered the Carradine Club, unconsciously keeping close to the wall so as not to silhouette himself too much in a lit doorway, his experienced nerves were sharp and he could feel that familiar tension in his gut.
The joint was cliché from a Bogart… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 18, 2009 at 5:05pm —
The black stony ground was dotted with boiling fumaroles that belched upside down cones of steam into a grey sky with a roar worthy of a rotating door on the gateway to hell. A rotating door would have impressed me as I examined the high walls, but Satan had gone for the big black gates look for the entrance, I suppose the devil would have to be old school.
The huge gates cracked open with a sinister slit of dark maroon light, and Lucifer himself stepped out. He'd gone for that old… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 17, 2009 at 4:13pm —
When Tim first went into Second Life he was mesmerised by his ability to finally look cool. Unlike real life, here you could dress as you liked, behave as you liked and pretty much do as you liked, a true computerised fantasy universe filled with a vast array of interesting places and people of all colours, creeds, shapes, sizes ... even species.
He moved through this world as Mr SuperCoolio tipping his hat to the ladies and displaying his array of katana swords to the men. He was… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 14, 2009 at 7:45pm —
The jungle was that vivid green you get in early morning tropical light, it was if the curtain of fern-like leaves had built in green lasers. I made my way down the rough track to the landing where the 5am boat would hopefully appear to take me back to the ship.
As far as I knew it had been a good night ashore, my mouth felt like a days production from a glue factory and my stomach had receded into some dark corner to contemplate .... well .... to contemplate whatever stomachs… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 13, 2009 at 5:01pm —
My world is a bubble. Not a very large one, but it's laid out well, I'll give it that, like a few of those old-style cinerama screens strung from end to end.
I move around it staring out at the two leggers, a magnified view of ugliness that repeats over and over again like those backdrops you see in cartoons during a chase. No matter which way I turn, or how fast I go, it remains the same, a continuous loop of grinding, soul destroying boredom, each hour a mini-death in… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 10, 2009 at 5:04pm —
1. A rolling grenade gathers little in the way of friends.
2. Better to die on your feet than by a knee in the groin.
3. Business before pleasure (but she was worth every penny).
4. All roads lead to Rome, that's Italian map-makers for ya.
5. If you want peace ... prepay a whore.
6. Fools rush in where angels fear to tread, since they don't have wings what choice do they have ?
Added by Bob Clay on October 9, 2009 at 5:36pm —
There were ten thousand dead on the field at the end of the day, and ten thousand or more in the process of dying. Blood on snow, red on white, is there any other colour combination as evocative? in time it would be adopted by many a flag, each a symbol of a thousand such battles.
Amongst all this carnage walks a ten year old girl, searching for the father she worships, searching for all that was her life, searching amongst piles of horror that only knew death. And the search would… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 3, 2009 at 7:00pm —
When Billy discovered the alien at the back of his potting shed, he quickly picked it up and carried it down to his cellar. It was small and green, with large eyes and a small mouth, practically a cliché as aliens go, and he stopped it's initial struggling with a good clout around the hole like ear before chaining it to the damp brick wall where it sat forlornly staring upward.
“The reality of your situation,” he told it smugly, “is that you've landed on a world where half of the… Continue
Added by Bob Clay on October 2, 2009 at 1:01am —