Atmospheric Fantasy

Surpassing Love January 1 st : A new year is a time to make new beginnings and form new habits. So I am going to try and keep a diary of my thoughts and feelings. I feel like the years are starting to blur together too much. It would be good in twenty years time to look back at this and be able to remember each day distinctly. I found a quote online that I think is appropriate: “Last year’s words belong to last year’s language. And next year’s words await another voice.” - T.S. Eliot January 3 rd : Missed a day. Nothing much has happened though, back to work tomorrow, and then I suppose the year will begin properly. January 9 th : I'm really not sure what I should be writing about! Fear of the blank page, I suppose. Perhaps I should try writing exercises? I'll do them in another book or I'll waste this one. May 30 th : So much for resolutions! But for once I know what to write. In fact I simply have to write something, because something incredible hap...

Last Orgy of the 13th Reich       The muzzle of Commander Schmidt's pistol tasted of gun oil and burned powder, undercut with metallic blood and salt urine from when he had discharged it not twenty minutes before inside the subhuman woman, his favourite from among the joy division. She lay now, brown eyes staring glassily at the ceiling upon his silken sheets, midnight black hair fanned out beneath her, once lustrous skin already the colour of muddy ash. He removed the gun from his mouth with a sob, ashamed at his own cowardice as he took another swig from the bottle of cognac he held in his other hand before staggering to his feet, heading across his quarters to his desk and pushing the corpse of his radio operator from the chair. He wiped the bloody foam and the glinting remains of the last cyanide ampoule off of the polished teak with the sleeve of his uniform shirt, and read the decoded orders again. LIQUIDATE RESEARCH CAMP 9. EFFECTIVE IMMEDIATELY. ...