Table of Contents
- Home
- Introduction
- Where Goths Come From - Neef
- The Watcher - Hobbes
- The Resurrection Shuffle - Barbarella
- Cassandra - Cosey Mo
- Drunken Old Bastard - Sandro
- Alcohol - Trayce
- Shadows - Entrippy
- Entropy - Kage-Ryu
- Is There A Point - Trajik
- Whispers - Kitsune
- Confessional - Sandro
- Garden - Entrippy
- Radio - Cam
- Cold Spell - Nikolai
- Slices - Neef
- A Bottle of Something Strong - Jraff
- The Light Fades - Tim
- Rain - Tim
- Self Help - Gothic Gallae
- Cato - Trajik
- Addiction/Fragment - Trayce
- Heal Thyself - Nikolai
- Shattered - Hobbes
- Travelling Song - Solitaire
- Distance - Stranger
- Legacy - Stranger
Slices
Dianne figured out it how it could be done when she was playing chess one day with her father.
White Queen taking Black bishop, Cutting a diagonal line across the already divided black and white board.
Somehow chess never seemed the same again.
Herbert was 87 years old and very tired when it came to him.
The shovel blade biting into the pile of dirt gave him the idea. Clods of soft earth on a cold winter morning, gradually filling a freshly dug hole in his life.
The idea filled him with hope for the first time in 3 years.
He didn't really notice as they finished burying Olive, his wife of 54 years.
Phillip was 35 and halfway through cleansing a recently dead prostitute when he realized that the scalpel he was wielding could be used for so much more. The light reflecting of the blade spoke to him in gods voice, telling him how to rid the world of evil. Reassuring him that he was taking part in an important work.
All he had to do was keep the blade sharp and polished and The Lord would do the rest.
One by one they all discovered a simple truth. Once you name something, capture it with language it becomes easier to understand, to behold in its entirety.
Even the most complicated concepts become easier to understand once you force it to conform to words.
One by one, they discovered that all that was really needed was something sharp. An object sharp enough to cut the space between the minutes, seconds, hours. Even the sharpness of the mind, used the right way was enough.
Cut them and slip sideways into the spaces between, use them to move backwards or forwards and come out between the seconds somewhere else, or even just keep some of it for another day.
Phillip got clumsy one day and left some fingerprints. The filthy bitch managed to push him away against the mirror in the bathroom before he managed to cut her throat and shut her up.
He was so rattled he didn't manage to finish off the job properly.
The Old Bill kicked down his door 12 hours later just as he was slipping sideways and moving backwards towards yesterdays London. To when and where he could follow God's orders without being interfered with by sinners and unbelievers.
The Light shining off the scalpel blade continued to talk with god's voice.
God told him that he should change his name to Jack.