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Are we there yet? | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Are we there yet? Jack glanced at the rear view mirror at the two girls in the back seat. Sarah was playing a videogame while Josie’s brow was furrowed. Are we there yet? Not yet, soon. I need to go to the bathroom. Can you hold it? No, I need to go number two. Really bad! Jack cursed and looked at the sky. The winter sun was low, tingeing the clouds orange. They had less than an hour before darkness. I need to go now! The car pulled off the h...
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Flash Fiction – The Nowhere Man | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Flash Fiction – The Nowhere Man. Been a little while since I did anything on here. My apologies. It’s actually been a while since I got a writing groove on but tonight (which watching a dumb rom com) I had the urge to get something done. So – movie was paused and I rattled this out. It might be shit, but at least its a story. Feel free to let me know what you think. The Nowhere Man by Graeme Reynolds. The man was barely aware of the barmaids v...
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The Chicken | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Not a moment too soon. I had barely reached the safety of my shelter and thrown the heavy oaken doors closed behind me when its call echoed through these dark dank halls. The demon fowl’s call chilled my very blood. I hurried from room to room, checking every ingress. Eventually, satisfied that my sanctuary was secure, I retreated to my study to await the coming of the dark that my search may continue under the safety of its onyx folds. Then I...
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Two’s Company | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Simon, wake up. I need to talk to you. The man grunted, and then continued snoring, lost in his dreams. The woman’s brow furrowed and she elbowed the sleeping man in the ribs. Oh good, you’re awake. As I was saying, we need to talk. The man looked at the illuminated digits on the alarm clock. 2:30 am. He groaned and pulled the duvet back over his head. It’s the middle of the night, Susan can’t this wait until tomorrow? Derekhe knowsI told him.
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Mr Whiskers | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Mark drifted in warmth and darkness. Images flashed through his mind; random, jumbled but tied together by a subconscious narrative thread that defied logic. He could hear knocking. Steady, regular. It tugged at him, puncturing the womb that his mind floated in. Awareness leaked inside. No, he thought, not knocking. His mind processed the sound, rising from the depths of his dream. 8221; he yelled, throwing back the covers. Yeah, right. So...
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And then it all went “Boom”! | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. And then it all went “Boom”! Since writing my bl. Og post two weeks ago, I have been astonished at how quickly things escalated and then blew the hell up at the press in question. Those of you that follow or are friends with any of their authors will know by now that I was talking about Permuted Press. Now – Createspace are not an expensive platform to utilise. I use Lightning Source for my own books, which has a 50 ish set up fee be...Well, t...
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High Moor 2: Moonstruck. First Chapter | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. High Moor 2: Moonstruck. First Chapter. HIGH MOOR 2: MOONSTRUCK by Graeme Reynolds. 26th October 1996. Böhmerwald Forest, Germany. 18.06. Marie stood in the kitchen area, slicing vegetables for the evening meal. You know why. Because your Mam and Dad said so. Now stop your moaning and get me the tinned tomatoes from the pantry. No, and you know the reason for that as well. Not this far in the woods. I hope not, Megan. I really do. Marie turned...
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Guest Blog by William Holloway. The Thing in the Basement – HP Lovecraft and Racism | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Guest Blog by William Holloway. The Thing in the Basement – HP Lovecraft and Racism. Both timely and temporal, of rain swept streets and fog enshrouded boulevards, gambrel roofed homes and witch haunted memory! Cultes Des Ghoules, De Vermiis Mystiris, The Incendium Malificarum,. Having spent time as a professor of letters at Miskatonic University. But now, all of this is yours, a whole world to explore. It feels right. It feels like home.
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When Evening Falls | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. WHEN EVENING FALLS: By Graeme Reynolds. I stand in the shadows and watch them through the window. Karen is serving food to the two children, Michael and Nicki. She smiles for them, but as she turns back to the kitchen her face falls, creased with lines of worry and heartbreak. The children are oblivious to this and continue to fight over the condiments. Could I really do it? Go to them and watch the past few weeks vanish like a bad dream?
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Reba the Evil Chipmunk and the Gold Star | Graeme Reynolds's Blog
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Graeme Reynolds's Blog. 8211;dark tales from a twisted mind–. Reba the Evil Chipmunk and the Gold Star. Reba The Evil Chipmunk and the Gold Star. The following story is a work of fiction. Any resemblance to persons living or dead is entirely co-incidental. Once upon a time, there lived an evil little chipmunk called Reba. Reba spent her days frolicking in the enchanted forest, pulling the wings off fairies and clubbing baby seals to death with her claw hammer. The days passed, and more stories arrived...
