“With an unseen inner-smile, the beetle carried on its journey, rolling manure. It had decided that stones were not to its liking. It was happy in its life and its life, quite literally, was a lump of shit.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable, he too would suffer this - especially with the industrial tooling he carried around everywhere that… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Hand in hand they whispered for a while. The girl nodded and the bear laughed. Together, they made their way down the corridor and… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“They were rocking back and forth, dancing to the tune of death. They were not shadows he realised, they were large animals.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“One deep breath, one last step and out into oblivion where death held out its arms into a welcoming embrace.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“In fact, until the last moments of his life, until the last seconds as he gasped for breath, he never realised how much he… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Momentarily, through one good eye, he could see the moon. Something below moved and he span around to where he could see the house.… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“With an unseen inner-smile, the beetle carried on its journey, rolling manure. It had decided that stones were not to its liking. It was… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“As if grabbed by strong arms that were not there, he felt himself being lifted. Raising skyward and spinning, he fought to regain orientation.… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“With heightened senses it remained motionless and looked through bulbous eyes. It could taste fear in the air. Pheromones. Sweat. Food was near, but… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“He had heard many of his customers talking about 'repetitive strain injury' over the years and he was sure that, if he was capable,… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“In his imagination, he grabbed his dad by the throat and squeezed until an old mans face turned purple. No pleading, no begging, simply...… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“His voice was oily and slick as it poured from his mouth like liquid acid, threatening to hook onto the woman's hair like a… — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
“Am Anfang war Gott? It may have been true, but it was not germane.” — Stephen Craig Copy Share Image
