Elated after the conversation with the mysterious dark stranger I now felt confident that one day I would venture to the tangible city of ...

This one was taken during a recent sojourn to Skegness on the North Sea.  It was fucking freezing. And this being August an all- so muc...

Flaxen sat alone in the great hall brooding upon his great wounded testicles. His mind wandered to his beloved, violated Brynhildr, a lying...

This was taken on a recent holiday to Offa's dyke. Brynhildr was with me and Eingar had gone to chase rabbits. As I recall, Brynhildr ...

In the Great Hall Flaxen sat gingerly upon the feasting chair. His bloodied scrotum bearing the bite marks of a thousand whippets. An ice p...

The Funeral Party White is his features, Cold is his fingers, Lying in a box in funeral attire dressed. Gone is the laughter, ...

During my 16 th summer I frequented the taverns and tapas bars which bejewelled the Tipton shore like a pearl necklace on a whore’s breast...