Tag Archives: Murder

His Mother’s Killer

“Let’s go through this one more time, just to make sure we’re clear”. With closed eyes, a downcast expression, and a palm pressed against her forehead, Officer Winterburn was a picture of muted exasperation. The man to whom she made … Continue reading

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You Can Almost Smell The History

“As you are all no doubt aware, Alexander ‘Fedora’ Fennerman had two great loves; cocaine, and himself.” Some of the tourists tittered at this, others merely smiled or nodded. “He swept across the Rust Belt on his chopper – a … Continue reading

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Nostalgia for the Never-was

(Inspired by the work of Laurent Kronental, in particular this photograph) Dregs. Scum. Rabble. Undesirables. Canailles. Guillaume hated them all with a dour passion. His hatred had not made him become a gendarme, but it had kept him one through … Continue reading

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Fee for Services Rendered

What sets me apart from my fellow professionals is the length I go to satisfy my clients. The price paid is tied to the degree of justice meted out upon the target. Specifically; the more the mark suffers prior to … Continue reading

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I had no idea what was going on

There were explosions, screams, the adrenaline was pumping through my body, heart hammering so fast I honestly feared it was gonna burst at any second. Why I had no thought for my own safety, fuck knows. I don’t think I … Continue reading

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With Apologies to Saul Williams…

…and all rappers and, indeed, all People of Colour. I only wrote this as it was prompted by an entry in a book my partner gave to me for Christmas, a book called ‘642 Things To Write About’: “Write the … Continue reading

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Undercover

I am a survivor. I am a warrior. I am a legend. They said it couldn’t be done. They said it was suicide. They said I was mad. Who is mad now, Twitchy Skitz? All the protestations focussed on the … Continue reading

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