Noir

 

Merry Christmas, Bob - The FINAL Teaser Chapter to The Payout Game

Christmas Day meant nothing to Crowe. His father, Gabriel, had always been on duty that day, making some extra overtime. St Stephen’s Day was always...
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R&D 6

Smoke clings to Abraham as his fingertips trail over the uneven stone wall of the old bakery. The coppery smell of blood rather than bread makes his...
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R&D 5

They stood waiting. The first gulls met the day with their ragged crying over the tenement rooftops, the boards on the pier slick underfoot. Fog...
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Wonderful

Once the world was full of wonder. But then Man learnt how to plunder. Soon the earth was torn asunder. And it's too late now... To reverse the...
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The Three Ages of Man

Lots of noise, drink and smoke; the ideal environs of a lecher. And then the marathon begins, every little game, just another day as carrier and...
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The Day She Chose to Be Good

She decided, the moment the alarm went off, that today would be different. Not different in the way she sometimes meant - the vague, hungover “I’ll...
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All Hallows Eve

A revised earlier poem, somewhat apt for tonight.
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Rust and Dust 4

The Tink stamped his feet against the cold. Lit a Woodbine. A packet of five from his jacket pocket. Smoked the edge off the day and blew it between...
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Rust and Dust

Scratching the styptic strip from under his double chin and craning his neck, the gaffer stared past the Tink as if trying to catch him out. The...
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