You should all go ride the Brontë bus (no really, it has amazing views) and learn stuff... Sadly I can't because I will be spending that weekend paying people to hurt me and leave pretty marks (no, not doing bdsm!) as I'll be at a tattoo convention.
Seriously though, you should go if you can!
I picked up one of Steve's fingers and gave it a little squeeze over the water, watching the blood drip and scatter amongst the marble swirls.
#MorbidMarch #day10 #marbleGore
I love the way the colours swirl in the water above the paper.... But it's missing something.
Hmmmm, maybe some...red? What do you think Charlie?
Charlie gave a short bark in reply. You're right.
I looked at the small bucket at my side and reached in.
#morbidMarch #day9 #gilt (bonus 2nd story!)
Do you want to know a secret? The boy nodded.
You see those gold skeletons over there? That's gold gilt on them. Not paint. I applied it myself.
The boy reached out to touch one. I thought it might feel like plastic.
Nah, it's real. Cool, huh?
#MorbidMarch #day9 #LackOfGuilt
I've kept all the newspaper clippings, I like to look over them from time to time.
Of course, I've never been as bold as to repeat the George town Winter miniature display.
It's been a twenty year spree and I've never been found.
And I still sleep soundly.
"I'm tired of this Steve"
I saw a deeper shade of anger flicker in his eyes, a shade he normally only turned for his victims.
"Are you breaking up with me? You don't get to decide that!"
"Charlie, basket." Charlie left the room.
I gripped a little harder around the claw hammer and swung up.
#morbidMarch #day8 #breakUpStory
"Steve, I'm at my.... Breaking point. I'm tired of you dismembering bodies in our garage. Never in the home, that's what we agreed."
Steve mumbled something in poison tongue. A cross between anger and excuses.
Charlie, fancy a new chew toy? Charlie barked.
#morbidMarch #day7 #mystery
"Five years on from the deaths of Anna Burke, Daniel Hare and Charles Knox at the George Town Winter miniatures display, police are launching a fresh appeal for witnesses, as to whom placed the stychinne (sold as mouse-nots) within the display remains a mystery".
"We interrupt your broadcast to bring you local breaking news.
Two teens are dead and a third is in intensive care after visiting the George Town annual winter miniature display. There are no known suspects at this time.
We will bring you more updates as the investigation continues."
#morbidMarch #day6
A STRYCHNINE DISPLAY
Hmmm .... Mouse-nots? I peered the box and saw the white powder within. I held it near my face, but was hesitant to inhale, though was glad of no smell. Perfecto! This will be a brilliant snow substitute for my winter miniatures. And keep the vermin away.
#loomKnitting #knitsky first ever attempt to do a popcorn stitch ... Though of course I'm combining yarns so it has a candy cane sort of vibe going on.
Very fiddly! This will be the tail on my current project. Gotta do two more of these with more bumps first.
Inside it you find a silver ring. A row of red stones surrounding a larger central stone, the colour of green and blue irises.
"Oh Steve, you are too sweet. You used my favourite eyes."
Steve picks up the ring from the box and slides it onto your finger, then nuzzles into your ear, whispering...
#morbidmarch #day5 #sweetnothings
"Sweetheart, I'm sorry about the rug, but... Look, I've made you a present."
Steve held out a small box. Charlie was sat, watching your reaction and wagging his tail.
"Do you think i'll Like it Charlie?" Charlie let out a woof in agreement.
You open the box.
He is the goodest boy.
*I don't have a Charlie but I have met several Charlie's and they were excellent doggos.
Voice over the in-house intercom.
"What did I tell you about dismembering bodies in the garage?"
Steve replied, deflated like someone had popped his favourite balloon.
"No gore in the house."
"Then why is there a severed hand on my rug."
"Charlie wanted to play fetch."
#morbidMarch #day4 #goretail
"Hey Charlie boy, what's that you got there?"
Charlie dutifully drops a severed hand onto the freshly hoovered cream coloured rug.
"STEVE!" You shout out loud enough for your beloved to hear you over the chainsaw in the garage.
"Yes sugar plum?" You hear Steve's
Actually #day3 but I don't want to redo the post.
Dig dig dig,
(I've) Found the hands of the Florida strangler (oh) fig!
2/2
#morbidMarch #day2 #digPoem
1/2
Dig, dig, dig
Dig dig dig
Found some jewels and the remains of a fig
Dig dig dig
Found some twigs and the remains of a pig
Dig did dig
Found some bones laid out in the shape of a man doing a jig.
Dig dig dig
Found some blades and the remains of a wig.
Did you watch the podcast?
5/
Looking back at me. Instead all I see is black tar.
"Catherine?"
The veiled being coughs, spluttering. And amidst the blood splatter, a ring falls to the floor.
4/
I slowly begin to lift it up as I rise back up onto my feet. I see a slim jaw and red lips. The wrong shade of red. The red of the blood that was taken when we lost our child. I carry on lifting slowly, hoping to see golden chocolate
3/
The minister recites the solemn vows and I mumble through mine. The words I once longed to say felt like lead on my tongue. I hear the inevitable "you may now kiss the bride". I have to crouch down to the ground to grab the end the veil as it skimmed the floor.
2/
Her presence doesn't feel like Catherine. My Catherine was proud to be an offbeat bride. She wanted pillarbox red lips and a birdcage veil. She said she wanted to see everything and not be "hidden under a sheet".
#morbidMarch #Day2 #VeiledStory 1/
She's here, standing beside me at the altar. I expected to feel excited. I get to spend the rest of my life with my best friend. But I feel.... empty. She's as tall as Catherine. She's shaped like Catherine. But she doesn't smell like Catherine. Her presence
Come join in! Or follow my efforts to write something original every day in response. Expect poems and tiny story snippets from me. No AI.
(I) clutched at my heart the way you held mine in play.
I saw your open casket today,
It was filled with all the flowers I had carried on my way.
#MorbidMarch #Day1 #casketPoem
I passed by your grave today,
Clutching daisies on my way.
I saw the tip of your casket today,
Clutching tulips on my way.
I saw the outline of your casket today,
Clutching rosemary on my way.
I saw your whole casket today,
I've started making arrangements based on budget/time/my health and chosen artist availability - it's most likely to happen in May! Will show you when it's done. There needs to be more RTG inspired tattoos in the world.
@romgothsam.bsky.social this is the best bat inside pitcher plant picture I've found so far #CarnivorousPlants ...this needs to be a tattoo!
