I'm not a twin. I also have never owned or slept in a bed with a mirror above it. Ever. The experience of waking up to see my own face staring down at me was, therefore, a pretty new one ( Read more... )

coming soon.

summer 2008.

I wake at six and look at the woman beside me, she is dreaming, murmuring and snuffling to herself in her sleep. There is, to my mind, nothing quite so beautiful as a sleeping woman. I watch for a few minutes, taking in her features. Petit, with short black hair, elfin features now warped by sleep, bent by the few hours rest against the pillow but ( Read more... )

[EDIT] General Reminder: I do not read the f-list on this journal or indeed log on to it more than once a month. This is only for fiction, I live at card0 now. Not literaly of course, that'd be weird, just online. card0 is not a physical entity, sadly I am.

devil’s love story: a poem.

Cigarette Magic: a short story (early draft)

Adam 2.6 Part 1: ( Read more... )

“Fuck, bugger and blast”, Johnny wasn’t pleased to see me, nothing new there ( Read more... )

We were in Liverpool St Station when it happened. I mean Liverpool St for fuck’s sake! If there’s a less spooky train station in all of London I’ve never been there. So here we were, walking through the Milton Keynes of stations on our way to catch the tube to Moorgate and hop on the Northern Line when Charlie turns round and grins at us in a ( Read more... )

If anyone finds today's piece in any way insensitive I’m truly sorry. I doubt any of my friends will but there you go. The piece is not meant to offend anyone except, as my flatmate put it drunkenly last night, the soulless minions of orthodoxy.

[system error] Unit shutdown protocols in effect ( Read more... )

No, this post is nothing whatsoever to do with kung-fu fighting simians. just so you know ( Read more... )

I'm turning the annon post option off. I'm tired of this shit.