Damned Dwelling by Chris Hewitt
Trapped in an antique shop for all eternity, three ghosts yearn for freedom.
But they’re tied to the living world by their soul vessels and need someone to buy them. Shoppers come and go, dashing hopes of release.
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Zero Hour 2113 – Launches 23rd January 2021
London, 2113.Racked by riots and ruled by corporations, London has grown to house over twenty-million people. Its limits stretch across the south-west of England.Pollution chokes the skyline, hiding the stratoscrapers of The Mile, London’s exclusive centre, from sight; though its gaudy neon signs penetrate the smog. Corporations rule after the collapse of the mid-2000s. The NHS, under strain from underfunding and the barrage of pandemics, chemical attacks and terrorism, found itself sold off, piece by piece, to the highest bidder. The augmentation companies moved in; buying what they liked. The National Health Bank rose, supplemented by other privatised care centres.
Freeflint’s Final Escape
by Chris Hewitt
“Hanging is too good for him,” the Governor had declared. “Decency demanded justice and an example.”
Forgoing the execution, they’d clapped Freeflint in irons and hung him naked from the dockside gibbet for all to witness.
“You shan’t escape this time,” promised the Governor, placing guards on watch.
Freeflint lasted an agonising week before succumbing to dehydration and the elements. Not that death prevented his last escape. The sun might have taken the Pirate Captain’s skin and the seagulls his eyes, but his loyal crew claimed the rest, one pound of flesh at a time, as each paid their final respects.
Chris Hewitt
Chris resides in the beautiful garden of England, Kent, UK, and in the odd moments that he isn’t dog walking, he pursues his passion for all things horror, fantasy, and science fiction.
Blog: https://mused.blog/
Faerie Things
by Chris Hewitt
Tucked off the main thoroughfare, Faerie Things boasted an extensive range of fae ingredients for the magical connoisseur. The soft tinkle of bells announced Peri’s arrival.
“Can I help?” asked the rotund proprietor.
“Do you have any Faerie wings,” Peri whispered.
The shopkeeper licked his lips and locked the door. “What’re you after?”
“Do you have any silver sprite?”
“As it happens, I do. Fresh in this morning.” The shopkeeper grinned, rummaged behind the counter and produced two tiny iridescent wings—their bloody stumps confirmed Peri’s worst fears.
“Sister!” she cried, her illusion failing as anger took over.
Chris Hewitt
Chris resides in the beautiful garden of England, Kent, UK, and in the odd moments that he isn’t dog walking, he pursues his passion for all things horror, fantasy, and science fiction.
Blog: https://mused.blog/
The Many Lives of Miss Creant
by Chris Hewitt
Every young witch needs the protection of a good familiar, and Tara received hers on her fifth birthday. Miss Creant, Missy for short, was the blackest of black cats, and the duo bonded immediately. Unfortunately for Missy, her ward suffered with a terrible curse that would cost Missy four of her lives, eleven whiskers, and her right eye before Tara’s sixth birthday. Come Tara’s seventh birthday, Missy had sacrificed all her lovely black fur, an ear, and four more lives.
When the fateful day came, Missy welcomed death. Protecting the clumsiest witch in the world had been a tough gig.
Chris Hewitt
Chris resides in the beautiful garden of England, Kent, UK, and in the odd moments that he isn’t dog walking he pursues his passion for all things horror, fantasy, and science-fiction.
Blog: https://mused.blog/