50– Flat Hunting (part 12)

I’m on the back of a scooter. I’ve never been on the back of a scooter before, or the front of one or, truth be told, on many vehicles. They scare me a bit. I did have a go on a hoverstick back in Footfall. It wasn’t a proper one though. Mondey and me knewContinue reading “50– Flat Hunting (part 12)”

49– Flat Hunting (part 11)

About half a lifetime ago, a large, eight limbed, semi-aquatic friend of mine taught me a word. He described it as a “spoiled word”, whatever that means, and it was supposed to be my last line of defence. It was supposed to wither whatever it was uttered at. Unfortunately, I am terrible at it. ItContinue reading “49– Flat Hunting (part 11)”

48– Flat Hunting (part 10)

For multiple generations now, Flat’s people had been sending astronauts into ‘space.’ It was ever so proud of them. The brave souls venturing into the unknown out past the girl’s face would almost certainly never be seen again. At about a centimetre away from the warmth of her flesh, the time-dilation effects that Flat wasContinue reading “48– Flat Hunting (part 10)”

Having a crack at illustrating

No Shoo installment this week, with apologies to my legion of, um, fan. I’ve finally got a job again, albeit a temporary one, which takes up an annoying amount of time and energy. I’d forgotten. As a consequence, instead of writing about Shoo, I’ve been bloody working. Having to pay bills is harsh, cruel andContinue reading “Having a crack at illustrating”

47– Flat Hunting (part 9)

This orange light sits heavy on the streets, it’s like everything is buried in amber. I prefer normal, old-fashioned purple argon streetlights like we have back in Footfall. Gosh, I miss them. I never imagined I’d miss those streets, but I’d take them over these ones in a heartbeat. If this were Footfall I wouldContinue reading “47– Flat Hunting (part 9)”

46– Flat Hunting (part 8)

Why am I running again? I tell you, my brain, my brain… my brain… something or other. I dunno, every now and again it just presses its own reset button. Stupid, Lethe-washed jelly. Right, focus, come on, Daisy-gal. Why am I running? I don’t seem to be chasing any dickheads, my normal motivation for thisContinue reading “46– Flat Hunting (part 8)”

45– Flat Hunting (part 7)

My pretty boots fit now. That’s a positive, right? Got to focus on the positives. Always look for the positives in a situation, especially when you and a scary, semi-sane witch are about to be ripped apart by a fifteen-foot giant made of bone and nightmares in the strange cursed backstreets of a town you’veContinue reading “45– Flat Hunting (part 7)”

44– Flat Hunting (part 6)

The Mansions couldn’t clearly remember what had come before. Foggily, it felt this lapse in memory had occurred in the past too, long ago, perhaps many times, but it was struggling to think. It couldn’t even call itself The Mansions any more, not really; it was no longer grand enough. For a while it thoughtContinue reading “44– Flat Hunting (part 6)”

43– Flat Hunting (part 5)

In 1677, a hybrid demon-pwca-human child was born in Pontyray. Neither of the child’s parents were aware that they carried strange blood. They had met on the village green during a traditional burning at the stake of a visiting witch-finder and bonded immediately. By the following Spring, they were married and by the Winter theyContinue reading “43– Flat Hunting (part 5)”

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