Illustrations and Short Stories
He built the boat, piece by piece. It was the exact replica of a boat he knew, a boat sunk to the bottom of the deep sea.
As he fastened the final pieces a story came to life. Two lovers sailing the seas, youngsters loving like only youngsters in love can. Wild and free they were conquering the world.
On the ocean bed something moved.
He could feel the horrors in the corners, the evil of the shadows. He could feel the monster lurk, creatures run in fear.
He wanted to leave, wanted to run. He was still there.
He wanted to scream, he wanted to fight. He stayed still.
Paralysed by darkness, nowhere to flee….
David had been at the fair all night, and it was getting dark. The clouds was gathering in the sky, and people were leaving. Rain might fall.
He walked towards the gate. He was one of the last, and the carnies were taking their stuff down.
There was a little door with lights on it on his right hand. He walked closer.
-Welcome, a figure said by the door. -Welcome to the carousel of dreams.
-But aren’t you closing?
-There’s always time for one last ride.
David went in, and jumped on a little carriage.
-Have fun! The operator laughed a wicked laugh.
The little carriage shook a bit. It took off…
-What is that? I’ve never seen anything so… So beautiful!
-Our people have been inflating these bubble-things since the beginning of time, for longer than our collective memory can take us back.
-What are they for?
-I don’t know, the old man said. They stood in silence for a while…
-We’re taking in water!
-All men to the pumps! Captain Jack held on the the fence, the strong wind almost throwing him over board.
-There is a light in a distance, captain!
-It might be a boat, or land even! We need to reach them, whoever they are. Starboard, full speed!
She was the air and the sea, the wind and the waves…
You summoned us, the largest head said.
“I did.”
We are in debt. Your desire is our command.
“I need someone to die.”
Do you have what’s needed?
He held his hand out, revealed a hairbrush. It burst into fire.
It’s done.
He walked up the stairs to his house…
