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One Hundred Words. Infinite Worlds.

A small glimpse further into my mind, its a dark place with many cobwebs and often forgotten about. This blog was about drabbles, but has evolved into a few other random writings, or witterings when I'm not abandoning it alltogether for other crafty pursuits.

Tuesday, 27 September 2011

a journal entry

Journal entry September 27th 2025,

The world ended, but not by us, first contact. Fucking aliens. They sent out ships and seeded the world with bio-mechanical creatures that ate our weapons and electricity. There is no power, no plastic, all the cities are gone and nothing left of society. Ding dong the internet is dead, big oil is gone, mobil phones, all the damn bankers, ninety percent of the population and every silicon chip. They came and ate the world and spit out a new one.

The God Technology is dead long live the Gods of Fire, Steam and Darkness.

Chimera writing prompts: a letter and post apocalypse

Tuesday, 13 September 2011

the red death ball

The girl stood with her velvet gloved fingers pressing against dark wood and black iron. The sound of music and laughter drifted from beneath the door. ‘Let me in.’ she called. The girl blinked back tears. The door was locked tight. She gripped the folds of her cream coloured gown and knelt on the icy stone steps. She peered through the keyhole as screams filled the air. The girl pulled back with a cry, horror shining in her eyes. Her paste diamond masque fell to the earth as red blood seeped beneath the locked doors, and screams echoed all around.

written while listening to Hanna Pestle's Red Death Ball which was inspired by Masque of the Red Death