The Tormented Mind. PT1 – Strings & Things. January I never wanted to do therapy. We should be clear on that point before we begin. I tell you this not because I am sane, fuck, I am anything but. I mention it only because I have no problem with my madness overall. It held me tight like an old sweater, and I love it for that. It can be annoying at times, this…
There is a glint in his eye, a playfulness as he looks over his surroundings. “That one was mine” he says as he points to the fjord in the distance. “I am really rather proud of it”. I just stand and nod. It is one of those days where I feel more discombobulated than normal. Is it really a Monday or could it be a Sunday just playing silly buggers? I opt to do what…
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Greed He looked over the paperwork. What the hell do I do with this one he thought. He was fine with sorting souls, but every now and again one would pop up like this. The file started easily enough. Serial adulterer. Three, yes, three divorces and four marriages. If at first you don’t succeed try, try, try and finally try again, he mused. I mean really, surely after two times the women in his…
Fraud Good day to you kind soul! It is I, the Devil! Do not turn away just yet, I have changed. I have a story to tell. You have been gaslit for years; I am not what you believe. You have been told over the years I am evil. I am the evil that lurks in the darkness, ready to prey on the weak and exploit the unfaithful. I won’t lie, I can’t lie.…
Violence. Circle. What goes around comes around. I can feel him. This is not someone walking over my grave, this is someone jumping up and down upon it, taking a piss on it and then bouncing around the edge of the grave while mocking my corpse. The hairs on the back of my neck tingled and stood on end. More erect than a group of teenage boys at a strip club. I am being hunted.…
Heresy He looked into the demon’s eyes; the demon looked right back into his. He had been an atheist all his life, from the moment he was aware of religion his mind had just rejected the idea. Sky fairies, gods, angels, demons! Hah bollocks to all that, he knew better. He realised as he sat with this demon that maybe, just maybe, he had been wrong. “I am not a demon” the not-demon said.…
Gluttony “Do you ever get bored with it though?” he asked as he shovelled the pile of meat into the funnel. The tube that flows between funnel and mincer is just big enough for the chunks of meat to flow through easily. The mincer, well, minces the meat, and then it gets pushed down another tube into the victim. From the other end of the victim is a tube that removes the waste and pumps…