There is no denying that the fallout from COVID-19 has devastated the world, businesses, communities and individuals on a scale that has never been seen before. The world we all knew has changed and may never be the same again. We need to prepare for the ‘New Normal.’
During these last few months, the earth has been taking a well earned break from its harsh demands, seizing the opportunity to refresh and recover. Quarantines and border closures have resulted in a reduction in air pollution, carbon emissions and greenhouse gasses to the lowest levels recorded since World War 2. There has been a visible recovery to the Ecosystem and in some cases, there have been reports of urban wildlife returning to the cities such as foxes and deer.
Whilst the world leaders consider a change towards a sustainable energy transition into renewables such as wind power, there are still actions that we can all take to combat Ocean Pollution. Hopefully beeches will open soon and I like many others look forward to returning to them, but we must start taking further care or we risk loosing their beauty and the wildlife treasures they house for good. Ocean Pollution is not something new and it is not something that can heal itself.
Centuries and decades of neglect and ignorance now means that the fate of our seas is now firmly in our hands and we need to act now and play our part in keeping the oceans and beeches clean for future generations to come.
I support ‘Take 3 for the Sea,’ and hope that the information I have presented below will inspire you to join the thousands of people worldwide, already taking active steps to save our oceans.
There are 25 trillion pieces of plastic debris in the ocean. Of that, 269,000 tons float on the surface, while some four billion plastic microfibers per square kilometer litter the deep sea.
Approximately 4 billion pounds of trash per year enters the ocean.
Approximately one truckload of plastic enters the ocean every single minute.
There’s enough plastic in the ocean to circle the Earth 400 times.
It’s estimated that by the year 2050, there will be more plastic in the ocean than fish (by weight).
Plastics are the most common element found in the ocean today.
Plastic in particular is harmful to the environment as it does not break down easily and is often mistaken as food by marine animals.
Fish, seabirds, sea turtles, and marine mammals can become entangled in or ingest plastic debris, causing suffocation, starvation, and drowning. Humans are not immune to this threat.
While plastics are estimated to take up to hundreds of years to fully decompose, some of them break down much quicker into tiny particles, which in turn end up in the seafood we eat.
While dolphins are highly intelligent and thus unlikely to eat plastic, they are susceptible to contamination through prey that has ingested synthetic compounds.
Plastic in our oceans affects creatures large and small. From seabirds, whales, and dolphins to tiny seahorses that live in coral reefs.
Plastic waste kills up to a million seabirds a year. As with sea turtles, when seabirds ingest plastic, it takes up room in their stomachs, sometimes causing starvation. Many seabirds are found dead with their stomachs full of this waste.
The 6 most common items found in coastal clean-ups around the world are all single-use plastics. They are:
Plastic beverage bottles
Plastic bottle caps
How can we help
Recognising and actively reducing our own plastic footprint is essential to solving this ever-escalating environmental problem.
As consumers, we have control over our plastic consumption and we can make a difference – effective immediately.
The most important thing we can do right now is to individually take care of our waste disposal and becoming accountable for our acts. This will not stop the problem but will prevent it from growing out of control.
The Take 3 message is simple:
Pick up 3 pieces of rubbish when you leave the beach, a national park, your favorite coastal walk, local bike ride – anywhere – and dispose of it responsibly. Do that, and you’ve made a difference.
Picking up other people’s rubbish may not be a natural instinct, but supporters find that they pick up many more than 3 items once they get started.
My own take on this and a one that involves the whole family is – As well as taking 3 for the sea (as a minimum, if we see it, we bag it), before I start relaxing and enjoying the beach, I take five minutes to check and clean up the area around me that me and my family are going to be sitting / lying in for the day.
It is surprising the number of hidden dangers and plastic waste (waiting to be swept out with the tide) that are hidden just below the surface of the sand. It is good to start your day knowing that your children are not going to stand on shards of glass or receive infected cuts from tin cans etc.
This is not for one summer…..this needs to be a new mindset.
Involve your children. They will love it and pass it on to future generations.
A Normal Family. A Desperate Situation. And a Tempting Crime
I hope everyone is safe and well during these unprecidented times.
Sorry its been a long time but Ive been mad busy preparing for the launch of A Step into Darkness.
I can now confirm that the story will be available on Amazon from the 23rd April with the option to purchase either as an e-book or paperback format.
This story has consumed so much of the past few years of my life and most of you have supported me during that time. For that I salute you. There was some dark times where I doubted I would ever get the story over the finish line. But we did it.
A Step into Darkness is a HARD hitting, FAST paced crime thriller
I will give a further update closer to Publication Day and provide the Amazon link to buy.
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Mental health is a subject very close to my heart; it has affected my family, my close friends and myself.
The sad thing is, that once people identify that they may be struggling they are not encouraged to speak up or ask for help. For too long now there has been a dreadful stigma attached to Mental Health. This prehistoric mindset needs to be driven out and only through education and a clearer understanding of the subject can help this be achieved.
I would like to share with you a presentation that I delivered at work last week to my senior management that was enthusiastically received and generated an abundance of positive feedback.
If you only read or share one of my blogs, please make it this one.
The Alarming Facts
What is Mental Health?
Mental health includes emotional, psychological, and social well-being. It affects how we think, feel, and act. It also helps determine how we handle stress, relate to others, and make choices. Mental health is important at every stage of life, from childhood and adolescence through adulthood.
Throughout your life, if you experience mental health problems, you’re thinking, mood, and behaviour could be affected. Many factors contribute to mental health problems, including:
Biological factors, such as genes or brain chemistry
Life experiences, such as trauma or abuse
Family history of mental health problems
Mental health problems are common but help is available. People with mental health problems can get better and many recover completely.
The Early Warning Signs
Eating or sleeping too much or too little
Pulling away from people and usual activities
Having low or no energy
Feeling numb or like nothing matters
Having unexplained aches and pains
Feeling helpless or hopeless
Smoking, drinking or using drugs more than usual
Feeling unusually confused, forgetful, on edge, angry, upset, worried, or scared
Yelling or fighting with family and friends
Experiencing severe mood swings that cause problems in relationships
Having persistent thoughts and memories you can’t get out of your head
Hearing voices or believing things that are not true
Thinking of harming yourself or others
Inability to perform daily tasks like taking care of your kids or getting to work or school
Are we at Risk – YES!
Mental Health does not discriminate against anyone – We are all at risk
In our industry, we work long hours to tight deadlines.
Many of us are separated from family and friends
Can become lonely/homesick
Can become Isolated
Can become vulnerable
May miss births, weddings, birthdays, celebrations and deaths
Have no one to confide in
Why do we choose to ignore our Mental Health Wellbeing?
A Stigma attached / Not wanting to be labelled
Fear of losing our jobs
If we ignore it. It will go away
How to Improve your Mental Health
Talk about your feelings
Ask for help
Take a break
Do something you are good at
If you suspect somebody may have Mental Health Issues
Talk to them, listen and be non-judgmental
Be sympathetic and respectful of their problems
Keep everything discussed as confidential
Allow them time to take breaks
Set them realistic deadlines
Encourage them to go home on time
Follow your support up
NHS – Call 111 Option 2
Samaritans – Call 116 123
MIND – Call 0300 123 3393
As usual, I hope you enjoyed this blog. Please feel free to leave a comment or share.
Following a self-imposed alcohol ban last week I finally managed to update my site with improvements that I have been wanting to do for a long time now but could not do due to my hectic writing schedule.
I am excited to announce that I have added a section where I have published all of my short stories. These are available to everyone to read and share.
Not only does this section include my 400 word short stories that I wrote for competitions but also after much deliberation I have decided to make my Horror-themed short stories available to everyone. I have so far published:-
The Resurrection Men
Der Devil Komando
The Calling – Will be issued by the end of September
Outbreak – Will be issued by the end of the year
I have also added new pages for my current books which will be regularly updated to show current status. This section includes a link to buy ‘From the Toon to the Trenches’ which is available to purchase from Amazon.
I invite you all to check out the newly updated site and as always please feel free to contact me with any questions or comments you may have.
Id appreciate it if you could share this blog and help grow my following.
Hi everyone…. before I start with this blog I need to apologise to everyone for the long gap between my last post. All I can say is that things have been very hectic on the writing front for me during the first half of 2019.
I set myself a demanding writing schedule for this year, and touch wood I have stuck to it.
The picture above is of me writing in the mountains of Azerbaijan in the soaring heat, where I had a great few hours with the crazy and talented photographer Sasha.
As well as writing I have also surprisingly found time to discover two amazing authors who series of books have been keeping me very entertained in between writing. I hope my writing can be of a similar high standard one day. The authors are:
LJ Ross – Author of the DCI Ryan series set in Northumberland and Newcastle.
Chris Carter – Author of the Robert Hunter Series.
If you are looking for something new and fresh to read I highly recommend these two authors.
A Step into Darkness – Update – July 2019
As I updated last year, I received some very promising feedback on ‘A Step into Darkness’ which is my first, stand-alone crime thriller set in Northumberland UK. He recommended I rewrote a few scenes, however, once I started my rewrite, I realised that my writing in the later part of the story was far superior to the writing I made in the first half. I didn’t want to let anyone down, let alone myself so I have painstakingly gone through the story page by page. I believe it is now a much more polished story and I hope my readers will also too.
The book is now back with my editor. I should have feedback by the end of summer so wish me luck and watch this page.
Further Writing of 2019 from Kids stories to Horror
January, February and March were horrendous this year in Baku, with ice-cold temperatures, rain and lots and lots of wind (it is nicknamed the windy city). For some strange reason, as I knew I was going to be cabin bound for some time, I got it into my head to try another genre in order to improve my writing skills.
Remembering how I used to enjoy writing stories even as a child, I decided to try my hand at writing a children’s book, aimed specifically at 3-6-year-olds. The planning and plotting stage was really fun (it wasn’t so difficult to take my mind back to that of a child’s 🙂 )
Anyway, after much deliberation, I came up with my character – ‘The Adventures of Horace the Hesitant Hare.’ My first Horace story is planned to encourage youngsters to eat more fruit and as well as having a simple storyline it is colourful with the odd rhythm inside to keep the kids entertained while reading. I wrote this on Powerpoint and really enjoyed the experience. I have enlisted the help of a local illustrator and not really sure how this will pan out just yet.
In May I took part in Camp NaNoWriMo which is an international writing competition where you set your own target and have a full month to complete. After enjoying my first taste of horror writing last year I decided to start a compilation of short horror stories that I hope to be ready for Halloween. In May’s competion I surpassed my 12K word target and wrote the first two stories.
I am now in the second week of Julys Camp NaNoWriMo and plan to complete a further two spooky short stories. I’m progressing well with 4K words down so far and have my plan prepared for both stories.
I have a few ideas about what to do with the compilation once complete but I will let my followers know. I can promise though that it will be available in some format.
The Compilation is called ‘When Darkness Beckons’and the stories completed/planned so far are about:
Victorian Grave Diggers
Subhuman Soldiers of the SS during WW2
Devil Worshipers and Human Sacrifice
Chemical Fall Out
That brings me to the end of my blog. I just want to share one message. As you can see from my update, writing can take many shapes and forms and there is a style to suit everyone. Never be afraid to start, do it for yourself and do it for fun.
Hope you have all enjoyed this blog. Please don’t hesitate to leave some feedback or ask any questions (I promise to answer).
I am happy for this blog to be shared and if you haven’t already – please sign up to my website http://www.laughcryandwrite.com to receive regular updates.
Enjoy your summer everyone and as always …. one love
P.S I have also just updated my website… check it out and see what you think
I trust you all had a fantastic Christmas and I wish you all the very best for 2019.
Last year was a real turning point for me and my writing. I completed my first ever draft, set up this website, completed my Writing Course and produced a few short stories.
2019 is going to be even greater for me and my writing. I hope to improve with my writing style with experience and I have just sat down and planned out my whole writing schedule for the year, which I am going to monitor my progress against.
For 2019 my main plans are to complete the final re-write of ‘A Step into Darkness’ ready for returning to the Editor for review. I plan to complete the 1st draft of my second novel ‘A Silent Scream’. I am looking to self-publish a compilation of Horror stories in time for Halloween and I’m going to prepare and hopefully complete NaNoWriMo in November which will set me up lovely for my third novel.
Back in November 2018, a close friend sent me a copy of his Grandad’s Journal from the 1st World War. It had been discovered by his cousin 100 years later. The reason my friend sent me the Journal was two-fold:
He knew of my passion for all things related to WW1 and WW2.
He knew I was a writer.
After reading the story two or three times I sensed that there was a real story crying out to be told. A one of heroism, courage and of the barbarity of life in the trenches during that time.
After gaining permission from the family, I have been working over the festive period, tinkering here and there, formatting, editing and adding some missing information.
This is now all complete and the Journal has been self-published on Amazon in the Kindle format under the title ‘From the Toon to the Trenches.’
The short story will be priced at 1.99p with all sales being donated to the British Legion.
For me, it as a wonderful read, sometimes shocking and occasionally humorous and I ask you all to have a look and share the word.
The link to buy from Amazon is:-
I am immensely proud to have been chosen to assist in the sharing of this forgotten Journal.
As always I wish you all happiness and I will update you soon with the progress of my work.
P.S. Please share as much as possible and encourage everyone to sign up to my website.
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This post is slightly different from the ones I usually post on my webpage. It is not about my writing in any way shape or form.
This is about another subject I am very passionate about – helping the homeless.
Where I live in the UK, the closest city I live to is called Newcastle Upon Tyne. It is estimated that nearly 200 individuals will be living rough this Christmas in Newcastle.
Over the years I have assisted charities like Barnardos (training) and The Peoples Kitchen (Cook and server on their mobile unit).
When I left the UK in the first week of December to return to work in Azerbaijan I was very upset at the prospect of not seeing my children over the Christmas period and not returning home until February.
This made me imagine what it must be like for the homeless during this period, where they see everyone else happy and in love spending time together – They will be sad, scared, cold, alone, sick and hungry. I could not imagine how I would cope if faced with such a prospect.
There are some great people and great support for the homeless in Newcastle, such as the Shelter and The Peoples Kitchen and there are some wonderful campaigns running at the present, generating excellent results and social media support, a current example is an idea from the travelling community for people to load up an extra trolley with food at Christmas to distribute to local food banks.
These are all great and bring much-needed support and happiness to our homeless people in this time of need, but I’d like to try a different approach to share a little warmth this time. My Initiative, thought up in the last few days, is to try and reunite homeless persons with their families and friends in time for this festive period.
My idea is cheap and simple. It may work, it may not, but if one person is reunited with their family, then for me this whole process will have been a success.
The idea, one in which I hope you will share as much as possible is:- Give the gift of a postcard (with a stamp) and or a £5.00 / £10.00 phone card this Christmas.
It really is that cheap and that simple and could change people’s lives by providing them with an opportunity to contact loved ones.
Below I have attached a short video and PowerPoint Presentation on how this should work along with tips and advice for succession.
I want people to share their stories with me, let me know their results, feelings, fears and challenges and I will post regularly on my website during this period.
Chapter 1 Jesmond Old Cemetery was deserted. Its gates were firmly locked, only one light from the watchkeepers cottage was lit. The two men hiding in the shadows opposite waited patiently for the light to be extinguished indicating that the old watchkeeper had retired to his bed. They were in no hurry, they were prepared for the wait. The night was airless, nothing moved, The clear sky above provided the perfect canvas to display the full moon in all its beauty. ‘When will that old bastard take to his bed?’ Murmured Arthur Price the leader of the two. The man supposedly with the brains. ‘Soon, soon. He will be having his little nip of the hard stuff now that he is all locked up,’ replied the man standing next to him, Owen Kelly, the brawn of the outfit. Arthur nodded at his colleague, he had to trust him, it had been he who had been stood at this spot for the last two night’s making sure that all their planning and preparation was in order. It wasn’t that he didn’t trust Owen, they had worked well together as a team for long enough, it was just that Arthur was all too aware of Owen’s fondness for the ale and he would not put it past him to give in to the urge for a nice pint or two beside a nice warm fire. Arthur and Owen had worked together for the last six months. Without messing about with fancy job titles, they were merely grave robbers working in a field where demand vastly outweighed supply. They had met in a graveyard in Northumberland by chance, both creeping up on the same target. They had frightened the life out of each other and decided that the sensible thing to do, rather than fight it out, was to share the work and share the fee. The development of medical science had plateaued, Doctors and surgeons were struggling to find fresh bodies for them to experiment with or to run trials on. By law, they had to rely on executed criminals or bodies that had gone unclaimed by relatives. In the quieter areas of the country such as Newcastle, this resulted in low numbers being made available, much to the frustration of the doctors and surgeons. Soon a fee had been offered, many people in these parts did not regard this act as a sin and quickly took up the offers, others, so desperate for money that they would undertake any foul task proposed to them without a moment’s hesitation.
Arthur and James had been successful in their chosen field and always delivered results. Because of this, they were the first choice for a lot of professionals in Newcastle and the surrounding area. When Dr Rueben had contacted them at the Rose and Crown three nights ago, a price had been quickly agreed and the promise of two fresh bodies, delivered to him by the end of the working week, for him to play with his specimens over the weekend. Staring out onto the cemetery both men were relieved when the light to the watchkeepers cottage finally went out. They picked up their bags, checked that the streets were still clear and made their way to the far side of the cemetery. Reaching the iron railings, hidden from view, Owen grasped two railings, one with each hand and gently pulled them free. He had sawed them both loose the previous night in preparation. He laid them quietly on the path and stepped through the gap, disappearing into the darkness. Arthur followed suit, bent down and lifted the railings from the floor and replaced them. To any passer-by, nothing would look out of place. Arthur stood rooted to the spot, waiting for his eyesight to become accustomed to the darkness. There was a rustle in the bushes.
He held his breath.
Owen stepped through the bushes grinning.
‘Don’t worry, nobody here tonight except you and me’ As both men ventured into the cemetery, they were unaware of the thin wisp of grey and black fog, that had appeared from nowhere and snaked it’s way behind them, catching up with them and wrapping itself around their ankles.
Arthur had to stifle a cough, the fumes of the dead were strong. They attacked his throat and stomach, causing him to gag and retch.
Decomposing bodies and recently exhumed corpses caused toxic fumes to hover around. He withdrew his hankie from his pocket, pressed it over his mouth and nose and continued.
The fog had danced ahead of them by now, they were unsure if they were on the right track. The still air had been replaced with a fresh breeze that picked up everything around them and spun them freely in the air. Neither Arthur or Owen detected this as they blindly trundled along in search of their quarry. In the misty darkness, Owen called out. ‘I can’t see a bloody thing with all of this dam fog.’ Before Arthur could reply, he heard a collision, and his friend cried out in pain. Arthur was expecting the worse, ran to his friend. He located him lying down next to a fresh grave fitted with a Mortsafe.
He was rubbing his shins and cursing under his breath.
A Mortsafe was a crude and effective deterrent. An Iron frame encased around the grave to prevent grave robbers easy access… or if others were to have you believe… positioned to keep zombies inside.
These were often only removed after the corpse had decomposed.
Bending down, he gently lifted the hem of Owen’s trouser, revealing a small but nasty gash. Owen took his hankie out from his pocket and wrapped it around the wound to stem the flow of blood. He looked up, annoyed and hurt. ‘Nearly fucking crippled me that thing. The grave we want is next door.’ Arthur walked slowly over to the next grave while Owen struggled to get up and joined him, they both stood for a moment staring at the cheap, homemade cross, who’s epitaph merely read. Ann Simmons Aged 8 Died 27th October 1844 Neither of the men experienced any remorse for the gross act they were about to commit. No sadness at the tragic loss of life at such a young age and no empathy for the grieving parents. Their only concern at this moment in time was how much their victim would weigh once recovered. ‘This is it. Time to get to work’. Instructed Arthur.
He dropped the bag that he had been carrying over his shoulder to the floor. He emptied the contents out and selected the wooden shovels and length of rope. Selecting their tools, they attacked the fresh grave with vigour. It hadn’t rained recently, and the soil was still soft and comfortable to remove. They were silent as they undertook the labour intensive task, each lost within their own dream about how they would spend their well-earned bounty. Within twenty minutes they had dug the required six inches to reveal the coffin lid. The removed earth was in a neat pile ready to be re-laid once their job was done. Jumping into the exposed grave, both men pulled the lid of the coffin free and laid it at the side of the opening. Above, in the night sky, the moon slipped behind a dark rain cloud, reducing visibility in an instant. The victim, lay motionless, eyes firmly shut, dressed in a plain but pleasant summer dress. A Single red rose had been lovingly placed in her hair which was swept back from her peaceful face. Arthur and Owen each grabbed an ankle and attempted to slide her free of the coffin.
Nothing. She did not move an inch. Cursing, Owen crawled further up the dead body. ‘Shit!’ he cursed. ‘She got a coffin collar fitted, she isn’t going anywhere.’ Arthur scrambled up beside Owen. Sure enough, a crudely fitted wooden collar was fitted around her slender neck. Heavy duty bolts could be seen, no doubt securely installed to the coffin base. Arthur was just about to tell his friend to leave it when the moon passed from the dark clouds and illuminated the grave below
. The red rose turned black. Both men sat stunned. As they watched, the right eyelid of the small girl slowly opened, revealing an egg white orb crisscrossed with rich red veins. The eye stared coldly ahead, Unmoving. Arthur and Owen both felt their stomach turn, and their bowels turn to water. The right eyelid of the little girl also started to open slowly. As both men stared transfixed, the eyeball was revealed. Grey and dark, dried out, partially eaten away in places. Matter and decay evident. The eye fully opened to reveal the small sack of a spiders nest secreted within the corner of the eye, entwined in a fine web. To their horror, a small black spider exited the nest, paused, looked up at them and opened its tiny jaws, revealing two rows of sharpened teeth. Both men screamed. Chapter 2 Arthur and Owen both jumped back in shock, hearts beating through their chests like a brass band.
Arthur gazed upon the corpse. She was lying peacefully with her eyes closed.
The single rose was once again red.
‘We need to get her filled back in,’ he whispered to his ashen friend.
Arthur turned and went to exit the grave. He was just about to lift himself above ground when he checked behind him.
Owen was bent over the fixed corpse pulling at the young girl’s arms.
‘What are you doing you fool, we need to leave.’
Without turning his head, Owen replied.
‘I’m not leaving here with nothing.’
Arthur leant forward for a closer inspection as to what his friend was up to.
He shook his head in disgust when he realised that he was trying to unclasp a small bracelet from the dead girl’s wrists. Fumbling around in the semi-dark he was not finding this an easy task.
‘You must have an urge to feel the hangman’s rope around your neck, my friend.’
‘Eh. What do you mean? Leave me be.’
‘You will swing if they catch you, you must know theft is a capital offence.’
‘They catch us tonight, and we will both hang.’
‘That is where you are wrong. What we are doing is a misdemeanour, What your doing is a felon…….punishable by death.’
Both men were silent for a moment as they weighed up the options.
Arthur was about to abandon his friend when Owen cursed and released the girl’s wrist. It fell limply back into her coffin.
‘OK. Ok. Let us get a move on then. There is still a profit to be gained from this night.’
They clambered from the grave and picked up their shovels. Scooping up the soft earth they quickly re-filled the grave. Hopefully, it would be a few days before any mourners returned, by this time mother nature would have taken over and hidden any signs of their presence.
Both men had a sense of urgency about them this time. The earth needed merely to be scooped up not dug out this time. They finished the job in ten minutes and stood looking for any signs that they may have missed that could give them away.
The air had become cold and still once more. Nothing moved in the cemetery. The mist that had followed them on their journey all night started to rise. Soon it entrapped both men and visibility was reduced as it swirled around freely in front of their eyes. They could barely see past the length of their arms.
Owen tugged Arthurs’ arm and pulled him in close.
‘Follow me. The next grave is just around the corner. I want to be out of here as quick as I can.’
‘Ok, Don’t worry I will be by your side, Something feels wrong tonight.’
Arm in arm they blindly stepped deeper into the foggy cemetery.
They had taken no more than a dozen paces when Arthur realised he had lost grip of Owen. He panicked and spun around. Nothing. Nothing anywhere, just swirls of fog.
He wanted to cry out Owen’s name, but he knew to do so, would be at risk of waking the watchkeeper.
Arthur took one step forward. From nowhere a giant winged skull loomed in front of him, hovering in the still air, silhouetted against a blanket of a grey.
Tonight it was his turn. He had been chosen.
Arthur closed his eyes tightly shut and flung up his arms in front of his face in an attempt to avert the inevitable.
A firm hand clasped his shoulder and pulled him back to safety.
Laughing Owen whispered ‘Watch where you are going, old man. You will hurt yourself.’
The mist shifted position, and the winged skull was revealed in all its glory, encased in a concrete gravestone.
Arthur shook his head. He was getting too old for this game. He had seen enough of the dark side to ensure he would have nightmares for the rest of his days.
Owen tugged him again on the shoulder and directed him to the next grave, the next victim that he had selected for them to plunder. This was five meters away from them, and they quickly covered the ground together. Removing the shovels and rope from their bags, they started to dig again.
Arthur did not look at the gravestone, inside he just prayed for this night to be over.
The earth here was thick, more compact and harder to dig into. After five minutes both men were sweating profusely and removed their jackets. The cold air assaulted their sweating bodies, and soon they were both shivering and cursing. They could not rest, they had to be gone from the area well before sunrise.
Owen’s shovel was the first to hit the cheap wooden coffin lid. Smiling he dropped to his knees and started brushing away the light soil with his hands, revealing an adult size coffin lid.
‘We have hit the jackpot here.’ He cried out triumphantly.
Leaning forward he curled his fingers around the underside of the coffin lid and started to lift it free from the top.
‘Be careful, slow down,’ whispered Arthur.
Owen could sense that tonight was going to be rewarding after all, he ignored Arthur and carried on lifting the lid.
There was a loud explosion, the shallow pit filled with Gunsmoke and the smell of cordite.
Arthur wiped his eyes clear and observed Owen lying on his back next to him.
Most of his head was missing.
Arthur was rooted to the spot, he stood staring blankly at first his fallen comrade and then at the exposed coffin. His mouth opened, but no words came.
The coffin torpedo had surprised them both. It had done its job well.
The second Owen had attempted to open the coffin lid, pressure had been released from the homemade booby trap, and the cartridge had exploded, instantly firing into his exposed face.
The cartridge had been crude but effective. It had spread upon discharge and travelled easily through his soft fleshy face, tearing away skin, bone and muscle. The charge had ricochet off Owen’s jaw bone and had been diverted upwards, where it exited the back of his head, dragging out the majority of his brain.
He had died instantly, no pain, no fear and no warning.
Arthur had heard rumours of such traps being placed by wealthy families in London, but like others, he did not expect their use to have travelled so far North as quickly.
He could taste iron in his mouth. He wiped the sleeve of his tatty coat over his mouth, and when he looked down, he was shocked to discover it was covered in warm fresh blood, globules of matter and bone clung to the fabric.
He spat the blood from his mouth, directing it to the wall of the grave and took stock. He knew he did not have much time. The gunshot would have woken the watchman and no doubt he would be hot-footing it to inform the peelers.
He glanced at Owen, the front of his face was an indistinguishable mess, He would not be easily identified. He decided to leave his friend where he lay. He did not have time to take him with him or hide the body.
If he did not hurry up, he too would receive the same fate as what his friend had in store for him.
Cut up and fed to the wild dogs that roamed the deserted streets or buried in a paupers grave, Where no one would know of his passing, forgotten and ungrieved.
Discarding the obliviated corpse of Owen from his mind, Arthur lent forward an hooked his arms around the bodies shoulders. He grimaced at the sight. The coffin contained the body of a male, perhaps thirty years old. He was of average build, but Arthur knew he would be awkward and cumbersome to lift, let alone carry.
The corpse showed early signs of decomposing. His jaw was locked tight with rigour mortis, and the once white face was turning to do a dark grey, the body was beginning to bloat as the gasses inside putrefied.
Trying not to gag, Arthur lifted the corpse from its resting place and manhandled it out of the grave, dumping it unceremoniously on the grass beside.
Knowing he would struggle to carry the body, Arthur gripped the still corpse by the legs and dragged him to the edge of the cemetery. He was aware of how eerie silent the cemetery had become, and he was sure the noise from the crunching gravel would be heard from miles away.
He braved on, never once stopping for breath. The clouds in the sky had disappeared, and the bright light of the moon illuminated everything.
He threw the body through the gap of the railings were it landed in a heap on the cobblestones outside. He clambered through and replaced the railings.
Glancing around, the street was still deserted, so he hoisted the corpse over his shoulders and crossed the road, bent double to the alleyway where they had waited earlier, and where their handcart was hidden.
Thirty minutes and with not a moment to spare as dawn was beginning to break, Arthur wheeled the handcart with the corpse wrapped up in an old tatty blanket, up a back alley to the side of his bosses house.
He knew his boss would be waiting for him, excited and eager to start work on his subject.
At the rear of the house was his bosses laboratory, private and secret, hidden away from prying eyes where he could be free to perfect his skills in medical science alone.
The door to the laboratory had once been painted black, the paint was now crumbling away, and dirt and grime clung to the decaying wood.
He knocked twice, careful not to be too loud. He heard a chair scrape on the floor inside and the sound of footsteps approaching.
The door opened, and a bright light shone through from the laboratory. Dr Reubens, dressed in a dark purple smoking jacket and slacks peered out.
‘Come in, come in,’ he ushered quietly.
He stepped back to open the door fully while Arthur removed the corpse from the handcart.
‘Where is your friend?’ He enquired taking in Owen’s shocking appearance.
Arthur could not look the doctor in the face, his eyes alone frightened him half to death.
‘He had to go home, he was feeling unwell,’ he muttered staring at the stone floor.
Arthur proceeded to the centre of the room where a lone ceramic slab hooked up to a single light, and a water hose was situated. He laid the body down detecting blood stains of past, still clinging to the whiteness of the slab.
Behind him, Dr Reubens slowly and quietly turned the key in the door.
He stepped back for Dr Reubens to inspect the body for the first time.
‘Excellent. Arthur, once again you have excelled yourself. He is perfect for my needs.’
He turned and looked around the room. His dark beady eyes missed nothing.
‘And where is my second body? I can only see one specimen before me.’
‘I’m sorry Sir, it has been a difficult night. We could only acquire the one body.’
Dr Reubens shoulders sagged, he did not turn around.
Quietly he chanted ‘No, No, No, this will not do at all.’
Arthur could tell his boss was disappointed with him and knew he needed to make amends quickly.
‘I will go back out tonight and bring you another body, Sir.’
A draft blew under the door into the laboratory, and the candlelight flickered madly casting shadows deep into the room.
Dr Reubens turned around slowly, a thin smile on his face. He looked straight into Arthur’s eyes.
‘It’s ok. I can make do with what I have in the room.’
Arthur sighed, He was scared of Dr Reubens, just now he could have sworn he detected evil in his eyes.
Before he could express his gratitude, Dr Reubens hand whipped forward.
Owen caught a brief glimpse of a scalpel he had concealed in his hand. It glimmered as it travelled through the air and he felt the tiniest of nicks against his throat.
Arthur stood transfixed as Dr Reuben stepped back, looking at him with a look of admiration on his face.
He lifted his hand to this throat and felt the tiniest of incisions. As his hand rested against his skin, he could detect a faint flow of blood starting to exit the wound.
He looked in disbelief as Dr Reubens stepped forward again.
Arthur felt the wound in his neck open up. In an instant, his strength deserted his body, and he sank to his knees aware of the river of blood forming on the floor.
Arthur felt as if his head was secured to his neck by a single twine only, sure that it would fall free from his neck if cut again.
His body felt cold, and he started to shiver uncontrollably.
He could see Dr Reubens standing over him, watching him slowly bleed out. He had a look of happiness on his face that Arthur could never recall seeing before.
Blackness finally engulfed Arthur.
For Dr Reubens, it was time to go to work.
He had a long day ahead of him.
I hope you all enjoyed this tale.
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This story was written on a whim. I have never written anything about horror before. It just goes to show that you can be inspired to write by almost anything.
All it took was an hour research on the internet and I had my story plot. Yes, the story isn’t perfect, it has had minor editing only and is probably littered with grammar errors and spelling mistakes, I just wanted to get it out there. Yet I feel I get across what I planned.
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