'Thirteen' dark stories, poems and lyrics for the adult reader and lover of the dark side. This is the second anthology in Jonny Newell's series "Broken Thirteen Times!" The monsters in BOOK 1 - 'Broken' were more of your classic horror stories where these MONSTERS are a little more than real (well most) - a cat, a girl, a father, a pool, a lover and most of all FEAR, DEATH & REVENGE.
Excerpt from ‘Sleeping Dogs Lie!’
There was nothing unusual about the day. The humidity seemed bearable enough for July and the smell of the freshly laid dolomite on Joe Scott’s prize winning roses assured him he had just advised the neighbourhood he had done so. Ethyl summoned Joe to the front porch where she had just laid out a tray of scones with her special homemade blueberry and apple jam, fresh whipped cream and pot of earl grey.
Retirement always had been Joe’s big fear of the nothingness left in life yet as he sat, ate and looked into his wife of 52 year’s lovingly eyes, he admitted life had been good and was still good.
“I heard Eddie Swartz finally passed away.” Ethyl stated and then took a sip from the Royal Doulton teacup.
“Really? Poor ol’ bugger never was gonna last long after the last stroke … that was a biggie!” Joe smiled at Ethyl as he pondered on how many of his mates he had lost in the very short space of the last few years.
They both believed in being good people … good Christians … good parents … good town citizens and were well liked and respected in the township of Tallis - a small country town (even though it had tripled in the last twenty years) that kept to itself and most people knew everyone else’s business, but overall there was no better place for them both to live out their lives. They had met here, they had courted, got engaged, married and also be blessed with the one miracle from God - their only son William John was born 26 years ago, kicking and screaming into their childless life and just when they both had finally accepted they would never be parents … yes it was a miracle!
They both sat on the porch silent together as the scones disappeared and the teapot emptied. The sun shone brightly on what would seem just another day of their peaceful retirement before it was their turn. The slow shut-down before God pulls your number out of the church bingo barrel.
But today was no ordinary day at all. Today Death was to enter them both and eat them slowly … from inside their hearts.
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