Haiku Friday.


So here we are again.


The muse steals my pen

writing what she will, under

protest self simmers.

This is for:


And see you next week! Happy Halloween!


Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 10/28/2015.


Alright, so the Halloween quote. For this one, I decided on no less than the father of modern horror. born August 20, 1890, success as a writer eluded him his entire life. He lived by means of a meager inheritance until his death by intestinal cancer on March 15th, 1937. This is a timely quote because this author was influenced by the works of my writer last week, Edgar Allen Poe.

He also spawned an entire horror literature movement all his own when the public finally caught on to his existence, and served as a major influence to me. Ladies and Gentlemen, I present to you, the one, the only, Howard Philips Lovecraft:

“The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown.” – H.P.Lovecraft.

As always, this is for:


See you next week, and enjoy the spooky!

Tuesday’s tale, 10/27/2015.


Alright, I’m a bit early today. Five minutes on the clock and no plot line to speak of, we’re off again!

The safe house was actually a small apartment that he had to dress in disguise to get into. The good news was that no one here had seen him enough to be able to spot the differences, and he breezed right in with Josh in tow.

The bad news was there were differences.

If his memory were to be trusted, he had lost a good inch, and everything was a bit smaller. His visible muscle definition had somehow receded somewhat but didn’t seem to have affected his strength or flexibility any. He had tested both, and was pleased with the results, as both were mandatory in his line of work.

Well used to disguising himself, he was more than aware that the planes and angles that made up the underlying structure of his face seemed to be different, making him look… different. He wondered if Josh had picked up the differences. If Josh had, he hadn’t said anything.

He spent the time recreating the stone with a mixture of cement, glue, and paint. It wouldn’t stand up to intensive testing, but not allowing his employers and potential enemies the time to undertake such testing was his real job for the upcoming meeting. It should be easy to keep them off balance with the right planning.

There you go, total time is 4 minutes 12 seconds. Sure I could do a bit more, but why? :p

Writer’s Quote Wednesday, 10/21/2015.


Happy almost Halloween! I like to stick to themes in my quotes, but this week I’m changing the theme to something more seasonal. More fitting the current mood and celebrations, with your indulgence.

So this week, we have a writer born in the city of Boston in January 19th 1809. He is considered the inventor of detective fiction, despite being best known for tales of the macabre. Without going into too much detail (as I suspect most of you out there know it by now) he died on October 7th, 1849 at the age of 40. The cause of his death is a mystery but is likely to be a combination if illness and drug abuse. Without further ado:

“I became insane, with long intervals of horrible sanity.” – Edgar Allen Poe.

As always this is for:


See you next week with another!

Tuesday’s Tale, 10/20/2015.


Alright, another Tuesday, another five minutes. And off we go:

He wasn’t sure why he asked Josh to come along; after all he was well enough to drive himself now. But there was something wrong with him now, he knew it; he could feel it. Something was different.

It even looked like Josh was taller now than before. Or that he himself had shrank, just a little. He looked at his tiny hands; did they look even smaller than before? He wanted a mirror badly, but there was too much to do.

He waited until after Josh was driving him towards a safe house before taking out his phone. It was a simple enough smart phone, a burner phone with prepaid minutes that he could use and then lose before any calls or texts were traced. And there, the first and only message on the phone was from a ‘Gem_lover’: – “meeting point burned, drop compromised. Reschedule?”

Did they really think him that stupid? Or maybe they were just that stupid themselves? With the flicking of thumbs his reply was sent: “Tomorrow, Lunar park, 1 pm.”

Plenty of time to sniff out their ambush.

And that is all you get for now, total time is four minutes, 13 seconds. Feel free to comment, I won’t mind.