Ellis L Grimshaw
A Simple Man
"Honey, don't worry." Harold says inspecting the barrel of his gun. He pretends he's listening to his wife as she asks him the same thing she asked before he left for work. He fumbles as he tries to pull back the hammer dropping the gun to the desk.
We are drifting somewhere outside of the Andromeda System. When I say we I mean those of us left on the SS Phobos. I remember once looking out in awe at the wonders of space. It was the first time I sat on the bridge of our ship with Clark and we were alone.
The Story of the Angry Sushi Story
I want today tell you guys a story of one of my tattoos. Perhaps the most meaningful one and one that I wear with pride. At the moment I have a gallery of weird collection of tattoos, some of the more key players being a cigarette smoking flamingo on a skateboard, the disembodied head of a fire breathing rooster, and of course the Sushi one.
One genre of horror that has often been more entertaining than scary is that of the slasher variety. They all follow the same principle of providing strong moral lessons to junior assholes. We are meant to sympathise not with victim's but with the hideous blood drenched killer.