Thursday, 25 March 2010

Carpaccio by Lily Childs

My latest chiller is now up at Thrillers Killers 'n' Chillers. Thanks, Matt.

It's Carpaccio, by Lily Childs (c). As always, not for the delicate of heart.


"I prepared a new entry for tonight. A eulogy.
I didn’t usually record the times and dates of their deaths because that made it kind of final. I liked the idea that the agony would go on forever."
"I went to my wardrobe; it had a brassy padlock hanging from the double handles. I unlocked it with the key I kept in my wallet. On the top shelf was a book. I’d been keeping it for years - since Jean-Paul. I recorded them all after they passed on.
My beautiful boys.
In the last few years I’d made some additional entries."
"I had to dispose of my short-term girlfriend. I didn’t have much choice, she was too far gone."
Hope you enjoy it. It's salty. Read Carpaccio...

My Body Is A Cage

If you're not disturbed and thrilled by this track by Arcade Fire, and the accompanying video excerpt from Ennio Morricone's 'Once Upon A Time In The West' then you have no soul.

Sunday, 14 March 2010

Beware the Ides of March

15 March. Watch your backs!!!!

I've got my appraisal at work tomorrow; hardly an inspiring date. Although really, the Ides meant the full moon, rather than the later-celebrated 15th of the month. So I might be alright. Caesar probably said the same thing.

Saw 6 magpies in a tree today. They flew in front of us - not any other car - as we drove past. Apparently, six is for gold. Won a tenner on the Lottery on Wednesday; it's hardly what I'd call gold.

Funny month this, March. Stuff's going on. Times, they are a changing, and I can't put my finger on what's occuring. A big, bad, reincarnation keeps rearing its ugly head - think it might be time to investigate. I'm scared, very scared. I remember how it felt when they did what they did...

Friday, 12 March 2010

The Eyes Have It (sorry)

Watched Criminal Minds on Living this evening and have to say, the writers surpassed themselves with the concept of a taxidermist using eyes from the recent living to embed into animals' faces. It completely freaked me out.

I love animals, but don't get the 'stuffed' idea. Let them be, for feck's sake - you might love 'em but would you stuff your grandmother? Surely not - I hope.

I'm not that fussed about eyes, being a cyclops, no - I mean, a contact lense and specs wearer, but I know people who have complete personality failures over the thought of even plucking an errant lash from their eye (for Christ's sake) so I can image the reaction to this episode.

Splendid stuff (but Morgan's not the man...)

Thursday, 4 March 2010

A word from Madge

There are planes out there, the like of which you've never seen, could never imagine in your wildest dreams.

There are places you couldn't even begin to conceive of.

Next time you meditate, drift away, lose yourself in reverie - do your damndest to remember it afterwards. Write it down. Don't say 'it ain't so'. It is - I saw you there.

Magenta Shaman
March 4th 2010

Fag Ash Lil and Bill

Firstly, apologies to all smokers; you're not all like this.

On the way to school, one of the mothers, who I've taken to calling Fag Ash Lil chain-smokes the entire way. When she gets to the school gate she throws the end on the pavement, still burning.

After she comes out from taking little Chavie, or whatever kid's name is, into class she and another (non-smoking but ignorant) mother stand at the gate - not over the road, or on the pavement to the side - nattering, where everyone has to squeeze past them. Many parents have little ones in prams and buggies that have to pass under their cloud of smoke and inanities.

This miserable-faced woman who moans non-stop is driving me to distraction. (I know I'm moaning but it's not a way of life!) When I walk down the road to pick my daughter up, Lil's hubby - Fag Ash Bill, joins in. I have to run past them so I don't breathe the poisons of their habit and their dialogue into my lungs.

How ignorant and selfish can you get? Poor Chavie.
Lily Childs is a writer of horror, esoteric, mystery and chilling fiction.

If you see her dancing outside in a thunder storm - don't try to bring her in. She's safe.