Friday, March 22, 2013

Meanwhile in LIARTOWN...

Thursday, March 21, 2013

Check out the clever collages of Nadine Boughton...

Even wizards have it tough these days!



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The glorious ultra-violent lunacy of INSANE OFFICE ESCAPE 2! (Maybe don't watch it at work OK?)



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Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Do you want to drink a coffee with 200% more caffeine? Sure! We all do!


This is not your regular morning coffee.  This is not your store bought coffee.  You will not find this coffee at your local diner or at your sissy ‘Starbucks. Death Wish Coffee is the most highly caffeinated premium dark roast organic coffee in the world. This is Extreme Coffee, not for the weak. Consider yourself Warned...


Cobra Commander needs your help!



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The latest installment of THE SECRET KNOTS is here!

How is creepy babby fruit formed?


Pears that look like chubby little Buddha-like babies have been spotted for sale in Chinese supermarkets, marketed as “happy/joyful doll pears.” To create these pear dolls, the fruit is molded into its humanoid shape during the growth process on the tree itself. Daily Mail reported last year that an entrepreneurial farmer named Hao Xianzhang has been developing the process for several years and hopes to sell them in the United Kingdom...


MOLLY CROWS may be the creepiest kid yet!



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Tuesday, March 19, 2013

The trailer for STATIC 3D crackles!



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Another trailer with potential - THE COLONY

Sunday, March 17, 2013

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Ninety Two

Was he going to have sex with Easy Agnes? Karl figured he had a shot, in fact just to be safe he'd had all his shots.

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Ninety One

This was Captain Hero's final battle with the Shoemaker – his arch- nemesis.

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Ninety

They wanted to saw her leg off but she wouldn't stand for it.

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Eighty Nine

Ned the werewolf had a talent for making arrows and bows, some part of his mind was always telling him to “Go fletch.”

5 Second Fiction Two Thousand and Eighty Eight

It was a small Internet cafe with only one very clumsy waitress, business was good, except when the server was down.

THE COLD INSIDE (a serial novel) Chapter Twenty-three part three

The Cold Inside
Chapter Twenty-three
part three

Friday December 16, 1994

It was a double room but only one of the beds was taken. The figure on that bed was a skeletal ruin, draped with IV’s, a feeding tube and a catheter. The figure’s mouth moved with each shuddering breath revealing yellowed teeth and dark gums. Tristam couldn’t tell if the bald, sunken-eyed shape was a man or a woman. The air smelled faintly of antiseptic and waste. The room's lights were on their dimmest setting and it seemed to Tristam that the shadows congealed around the figure on the bed.

“Remember.” Phil whispered his tone intimidated, “No magic of any kind. We walk softly just in case... Just in case.”

Just in case what? Tristam staring. The figure on the bed looked like one of those rubber mummies Indiana Jones was always blundering across. Of course those mummies always stared out of the screen with hollow sockets, the figure on the bed however had clear rheumy eyes. They stared up at the ceiling with reptilian intensity. “No way. No way this is the Anti-Christ.”

“When we realized what he was doing... When I came to my senses... We bound him in his flesh... You see, he could be nomadic like us... But he was the big fish,  believe me he was the big fish... maybe the biggest fish of all.... We bound him in his flesh.... We had no choice.”

Tristam looked to see the old man was wringing his hands “Can he hear us?”

“Doubt it. I spent years trying to get the fucker to do something. I once even paid some orderly five-hundred bucks to bugger him while I watched.”


“Didn't move a muscle just flopped there like a boneless chicken.” Phil’s voice rang with disgust, “Look at him. Just look at him! Still lying there breathing after almost forty fucking years. His body should be jelly, his brain should be worse… He doesn't even need a machine to breathe! He just lies there and he waits and he waits.... Then Zara has a stroke and you know where the best place to go with the best chance of recovery is? Here of all places! Don't tell me he didn't have something to do with that.”

“How could he- Who's Zara? I thought your wife's name was Lucy.”

“Then John up and disappeared. I don't know if he's dead or alive. He said he'd stand with me at the end but he just fucking took off.” Phil laughed bitterly, “Victor again… It had to be.”

Tristam didn't know what was creeping him out more, the figure on the bed or Phil “What are you talking about?”

“He has to die, he has to die before I do, before she does. I promised her we'd be in Heaven before the Devil knew we were dead.”

“So what are we going to do? Put an air bubble in his IV tube? Hold a pillow over his face?” The words made Tristam's mouth taste like blood. The figure on the bed before him was either evil incarnate or a vegetable, either way he would leave the world unnoticed and unmourned- he might even be grateful for the release.

I wouldn't want to end up like this. Tristam thought, A piece of furniture that breathes.

“No.” Phil led Tristam from the room, sparing his old mentor an angry backward glance, “We have to be more clever. We have to pull his black greasy soul from its hidey hole and toss it into the Heart of the Maelstrom.”

It would be at least another twenty minutes before Tristam's mother finished her work for the day; he invited Phil out to the loading dock for a smoke. He said, “You know I have no idea what you just said there but it still scares me.”