The night crept up imperceptibly and smothered the whisky coloured day with darkness.
Leon’s bones creaked with shame and guilt as he smashed the hammer into Milton’s face.
Later, his stomach growled with hunger and fear as he fried the corpse of the only other human left alive.
Paul D. Brazill

The moon hung fat and gibbous as Nathan Draped Oliver’s cold, dead skin over his own pallid flesh. Shivering, he breathed in the scent of cheap aftershave, cigarettes and booze as sour memories trampled over his thoughts with bloodstained feet. Together, forever, he rasped as tears filled his bloodshot eyes.
Paul D. Brazill

Kristin went to the party hoping to get off with the hunky boxer but instead she ended up leaving with the nerdy bookworm.This is the way the world ends, not with a bang, with a wimp.
(with a hat tip to John Cooper Clark)
Paul D. Brazill

The January night had long since waned when Nathan blasted Oliver’s brains over the snow covered street, producing a more than passable Rorschach test. A murder of crows sliced through the whiteness as the purr of the approaching motorcycle grew to a roar, masking the sound of the machine gun.
Paul D. Brazill

Catching her reflection in the bakers’ window, Melissa sighed.The vivacious young woman who used to light up a room like a firework display had been drowned in a flat cocktail of debt and drudgery but, one day, when her  memories fizzed like bubbles from a bottle of cheap champagne ….
Paul D. Brazill

If the singer Eddy Cochrane is to be believed there are three steps to heaven and, according to Alcoholics Anonymous, twelve steps are needed in order to set someone on the path to freedom from addiction. Unfortunately, no matter how many steps she took, Mellissa never seemed to be able to escape from [...]