Days of madness starts tomorrow

The schedule for Days of Madness has now been published. My offering  "The Talking Hand" goes online on Wednesday the 19th. However I am totally overwhelmed by the talent that surrounds me that I would urge that you visit starting tomorrow to read some great original fiction. Days of madness

Great News

The authors of this years Days of Madness (DOM) have been announced over at Chris Allinote's Leaky Pencil.
I'm very proud and honoured to have been chosen to be amongst some very fine company, some fantastic talent for whom I hold a great admiration.

You can keep up with the madness over at http://chrisallinotte.blogspot.co.uk which starts 15/03/2014

The Winter of Eternity from Five Daughters of Spite

The Winter of Eternity

 The wind sweeps through this forgotten seaside town,

everyone has left now the sun is not around.

Every bone in pain, my body a colander to the wind,

bent double in wretched agony, I move on.

I scour the beach and town in search of you,

through places you’ve likely never been.

A delicate yet frantic search,

for the girl that no one’s seen.

Your face etched into my retina,

my eyes exhausted of their tears.

This loss has ripped the soul from me,

and drained me of my years

If I had held your hand more tightly,

taught you to defend yourself from harm.

To run from things unsightly,

and avoid those speaking words that charm.

Would our world be any different?

Would you still be with us now?

Or would this winter of eternity

Still be upon us now?

William Davoll (C) 2012

From the The-Five-Daughters-Spite  Available on Amazon

Invisible

As it's Mothers day today, this is for all those mums that will be forgotten, tucked away in hospitals and care homes up and down the country.

Invisible

Invisible like a pebble in a moat, I lay and wait all day.

Reality is a slur in my mind; my perception’s almost blind.

A lovely man holds my hand, till noon every day

He tells me he’s my husband and I often wish he’d stay.

The daytime nurses chat with everyone but me!

I call out, but they don’t hear, they shut my curtains so I can’t see.

At night they leave me laying in my soaking wet nightdress,

they disconnected my panic button, so I can’t alert my distress.

My son arrives, every day he brings me something from the shop.

If he knew what’s been going on, he’d make this cruelty stop,

but he has his own troubles, and worry clouds the beauty of his face,

so a mothers love cannot reveal the depth of my carers disgrace.

Judge ye not, lest thee be Judged

I'm extremely proud to have been awarded pole postion at Phil Amblers Prediction by last weeks winner R R Kovar.  Hearty congratulations also to runner up Clarkythecruel. Now I must face the trial of judging next weeks entries and selecting a winner, a though task when the entries are of such a high standard. Why not drop in and see how I  get on in my  time slot in the nice purple velvet judges chair So while I settle into the still warm cushions, I present my winning piece.

Shabby Chic

She didn’t like the curtains at first, but had to admit she was a convert now the swag was pulled tight around Sebastian’s neck. The disgusting vermilion material suited the gasping pallor of his pleading face. As life departed, a damp patch bloomed in the crotch of his tightly packed Italian slacks. She smiled a cold calculated satisfaction, “£10,000 for curtains and a tub of crimson emulsion.” She muttered to herself. Thanks to his dodgy stepladders, the whole thing looked like a mishap. At least Sebastian finally lived up to the promise of his slogan, “Rooms to die for…”

Bloody hell I won.

I was absolutely bowled over not to mentioned surprised to win last weeks flash prediction amongst a strong field over at Phil Amblers Blog. Congratulations to John Xero for winning runner up, with an excellent piece. 


Consort

It started off with stomach cramps, a bitter malady that bent me double. When the final facet of my agony manifested, it forced me onto all fours shrieking like a dog. Finally the homunculus issued forth from betwixt my thighs tearing my manhood as it left my body. I looked at the cat face of my newborn. Cloven hooves, assuring me of his immortal parentage, as he took to the wing the brackish scent of sulphurous brimstone wafted across the air.
Consort with the devil? Aye I did Sir, now I am jointly both father and mother to his child.

Joint Runner up at Phil Amblers Prediction

I'm truly honoured to be jointrunner up along with the extremely talented Sean Adams at Phil Amblers weekly Prediction, This weeks winner was Veronica Marie Lewis-Shaw with her fine entry quite literally  to die for   Congratulations to Veronica and Sean.

This weeks words were Cockle, Shake, & Lily I spent the week mulling over what I should write then as fate would have it, I came home to discover a cockle shell in the plant pot on my doorstep, thus my piece was born.

The Mighty Have Fallen

They started turning up all over our estate about a month ago; we thought they were cockles at first. Those that tried eating them shook in agony, as their mistaken delicacies devoured them from the inside out, leaving nought but soft soapy bones.

Nothing stopped them, even the government failed. Where they came from, no one knew. Tower block Lily knew though. Every night she cackled on the rooftop, her sightless eyes wide and milky grey, looking to the sky as she guided wave after wave of the conquerors to earth, as they fell silently from the sky like snow.