Arnie's Cat

He’s plotting something. I can tell by the way that he strokes the back of my neck. The last time this happened was when he auditioned for Twins and look where that got him. In a load of shit. It sure feels nice, but he’s colder now, something bad is going to happen. Something a lot worse than Danny fucking DeVito.

Wanks For Nothing

Dave meets Jane. Jane wanks off Dave. Dave is pleased. He doesn't return the favour. He lies back and thinks about the chances of getting wanked off again. Jane lies back and thinks about finishing the relationship. She's had it with Dave. Jane has had it with his greedy wank-obsessed ways.
Jane meets Pete. Jane wanks off Pete.

Whisper

He lay on the sodden ground, his deep blue eyes wide with terror.
Death, thick in the air, suffocated the surroundings and clawed at the breeze.
The rigid hand of the beast shot out, piercing the boy’s desiccated throat, his scream lost in an inaudible whisper of ice cold fire, tearing across the midnight breeze…

The whisper of Death

The Road

"Please, let him be dead," she thought.

Anna stared into her rear-view mirror and could just make out a shape on the ground, half-merged with the shadows. The windscreen wipers continued to punch their rhythm, catching with a screech at the bottom of each down-stroke. She watched the rain's futile attempts to colonise the windscreen.

"Just let him be dead."