Just a short, sharp scratch

Too many stories start like this.

Drink, gamble, debt, drink, gamble, debt rinse and repeat constantly for 20 years, throw a kid into the mix about 4-5 years in and boom, there you go, tragic backstory perfectly established. But the turning point? That part which changes everything? That comes much later. From the word “go”


Oscar braced himself, took a deep breath and stepped forward, one, two, three, the gap between the shipping crates was only about three to four feet wide, an easy enough jump to make usually but when your four crates high off the ground with nothing to break the fall, four feet might as well be forty. The gap neared quicker than he anticipated, a sharp intake of breath and he leapt, sailing cleanly over the gap in the crates and landing cleanly on the other side.

“See? I said you could do it!”

Oscar looked over to his friend, Nathan, his oldest and best friend. They had gone through preschool, primary and into high school together, now as they neared the end of high school they had even decided to attend the same college. Nathan was one of those that made everything look easy, good grades, sporty, held his nerve around girls. By all accounts, Nathan would be the hero of the story due to his strengths.

But this isn’t a story about heroes.

Oscar nodded, his stomach was still knotted with anticipation for the jump and he felt a little sick. Nathan patted his back and pointed over to a small building, just away from the crates.

“I bet we can get over there”

Oscar shook his head

“We shouldn’t even be in here, let alone jumping onto the shacks that the guards are probably in”

Nathan hopped forward, spinning around with a gleam in his eye.

“Oh like they’d ever catch us. You stay here and watch me do it then”

He leapt over to the next few crates with ease, all the while Oscar watched with envy. Often he visualised himself doing something that Nathan hadn’t, swapping roles in his head. He had played out scenarios where it had been him suggesting they go climb the huge tree, and immediately after Nathan being scared to do it, saying things like

“But isn’t this to dangerous? Oh but what if i fall??”

Then Oscar waving it off and going ahead, pulling off a quadruple flip and landing twelve branches up.

But that was in his head, and Oscar never really took charge of…

He fell.

Oscar watched, aghast as Nathan landed badly on the corner of the building and unintentionally bounced off, falling to the side and out of sight.

“Shit! Oh shit…”

What do i do? Oh god what do i do?? Oscar looked at the path along the crates. There were so many breaks and awkward angles that had to be overcome. Oscar thought about leaving and calling an ambulance… but then they would know that they had been over here in the first place.

He bit down on his courage and began making his way towards the shack, leaping across the crates. It started to feel easier, but Oscar still worried about Nathan. What was he supposed to do? That was a long fall, what would he do if Nathan had broken his leg… what would he do if he had…

No, don’t think like tha- 

The last crate wobbled underneath him, causing his jump to fall flat a few inches shorter than it should have, Oscars arms slammed into the crates edge. His fingers grabbed at the grooves, but it was no use, the metal was to smooth to hold.

“No no no…”

His fingers barely managed to grip a small sharp lip at the edge, just about stopping his fall. A sharp, jagged pain ran into his fingers making Oscar grunt with pain. He almost let go reactively but his instinct pinned him to the edge. He pulled and scrambled his legs against the cold metal, heaving up and onto the crate. The sickness returned as he rolled himself onto his back and lay, staring up at the orange clouds above, taking in the occasional star that pricked its way through the misted veil. 

His thoughts returned to Nathan, lying half dead in an alley, broken, bleeding and alone. Oscar rose to his feet shakily, one last jump to the roof and he could safely get down and find his friend, then work out what he was supposed to do next. The gap between the crate and the small metal building was larger than between the crates by quite a large amount. Oscar began to worry that he could end up lying next to Nathan if this went bad, which it more than likely would, he thought as he looked at the size of the gap. But there was no other way to go now, he had come too far and this was realistically the only way forward.

He looked on the sides of the shipping crate but they had been stacked to well leaving only a sheer drop around him. With gritted teeth, a churning stomach and shaking legs, Oscar sprinted from one end of the crate and pushed off as hard as he could, sailing towards his target in a weird mix of both fast forward and slow motion. Oscar crashed heavily onto the roof, his legs locked up on impact and threatened to throw him off, just as it had with Nathan. But Oscar managed to fall forwards, slamming onto the sloped metal sheets, his foot had wedged on what felt like a clump of stiff wire that pressed viciously into the sole of his shoe. Now, how to get down?

As his face pressed to the cold, ridged metal, he had to figure out a way of getting from the roof and to his friend, but other than letting go and sliding down the sheets, catching himself on whatever guttering their was, it seemed to be quite a dead end. What had he been thinking? Was there any actual way of getting down from those crates without going all the way back to the entrance? Oscar screwed his eyes up, angry at his own rash decision and now, stuck to the sloped roof of a building did the despair hit home. His friend may be dead, or at least severely injured and here he was locked in a state of fear, cowering on a roof. There has to be a way, there’s always a way, Oscar prized himself up and looked down the slope, it was quite long in all fairness, so there was a possibility that the drop from lower down wouldnt be as bad, if only he could see a little, further.

There was a loud thud, a metallic sounding clunk and the sheet Oscar lay on bowed and creaked horribly. He looked on either side for a way off, but it gave way before he could reach anything. He slammed hard into the floor, knocking the breath from his lungs as his eyes scrunched up from the pain. He was grabbed roughly and dragged backwards, his hands fumbled and dragged behind him, his eyes opened and before him was an older man in a suit that looked familiar as well as a large fat man in similar attire. The older man quickly hurried out the room as Oscars mouth was covered by a rough hand and someone whispered “just a short, sharp scratch” followed by a pinprick feeling in his neck. Oscars vision swam before his eyes as they rolled back into his head.


Inspirational quotes

Hello hello, how are you today?

So as im (desperately struggling) to post somethig every day, I had an idea for a post. ‘Inspirational quotes’.

They’re everywhere. If you’ve got facebook and aunties and uncles that use it, theres a veeeeeery high percentage chance you’ve seen at least one minion post.

By minion post, i’m talking about those yellow… things from Despicable Me, the side characters that stole the show pretty effectively, be that  by accident or on purpose, it worked for them. Maybe a little too well…

Anyway, ‘Minion quote’ is basically a picture of a minion, with a very generic, very broad ‘inspirational quote’ next to them. I don’t know why they bug me so much, maybe because it’s so irrelevant to the character, maybe it’s the people that post them, I’m unsure.

All i know is that I find them incredibly annoying.

Alright, that is my weird rant for the day over, I hope you don’t come across those things but again, you’re probably going to at some point. 

What’s your favourite/ most hated quote that you’ve come across? Something that’s really stuck in your head with irritation. (Like when people reference kryptonite and superman incorrectly, that REALLY BOTHERS ME LIKE OH MY GOD HAVE YOU R E A D A COMIC!?) sorry for shouting.

Have a great day, speak soon!


Question time? 

This Thursday, the university I attend will be hosting a session of the BBC show, Questiontime and I’m gonna be in the audience! As of now, I’m not particularly sure as to who will be in attendance, but if I can think of an interesting enough question, then theres a high possibility you might see me on the show.

Again, that’s if I can think of an interesting question that I think needs to be asked. If not, then you might see me in the crowd. Also sorry for not publishing yesterday, sometimes it can be hard to get chance too.

I have a story on this that is very near completion, I will post that as soon as it’s ready so I eagerly await feedback on that when it’s up, same rules apply, share if you enjoy, leave comments and feedback etc…

Anyway I shall leave it there and (with any luck) post that story for you all later!



Today we went to the local city (Wolverhampton) with the kids and, whilst it was typical sunny England I snapped some shots of the kids near these little ground based water jets. Kind of a fountain, but more of a dog/kid cooler offer in the summer.

Schedule, posting and other stuff

Ok, so I know that I need to post more (yeah you do, stop lazing about with this) so I have decided to create a… I guess schedule would be too much a strict word to follow as such, but maybe I need to be a little more strict with myself?

Gettin’ sidetracked there, so look, heres tha dealio. I’m gonna post something every single day.


Everyday your gonna get an insight into what the heck im up to, random thoughts that occur (beware, these can be a little crazy sometimes but im always willing to talk about things so dont be afraid to comment and ask, i reply to as much as i can) and also i shall be posting my writings when i can.

So what i’m saying is that this may become something of a diary for a little while, but I will post writings as they happen.

Thanks for reading!


900 follower count, Thank You all!

Well, finally (as of this moment anyhow) I hit 900 follower/subscribers I don’t really know what to class you as.

So let me say what the title says.

Thank you. No seriously, thank you.

I don’t know exactly how many of you actually read the things I post, but if even 1 of you reads, and enjoys it might I add, then i’m a step closer to getting where I want to be. A legitimate author.

So i’m sure that you are aware that I have two fantastic kids (they really are – Bar the ear piercing screech that the little one has developed. Could live without that) and the love of my life, my Wife, who without her support I wouldn’t be half the person I am today.

She saved me, quite literally, from an eternity of “ill do it tomorrow” and “ehh it can wait”. That was basically how I lived until she came into my life, like a godamm sexy unicorn into a room filled with dust covered boxes and greasy pizzas and blasted her magical rainbow mouth lazers onto everything and revealing who I should be, who I wanted to be, and what I could be.

So thank you, and if you like what I write/do when I have a laptop, then especially thank her.

I love you B, you godamm sexy unicorn.

Conker Season.

Ladies, gentlemen and everyone that doesn’t fit in those categories, It is officially conker season right here in the U.K.

Well at least in this part anyway, I cannot speak for the whole of this lil’ island but it definitely is in this section! Gonna try to convince the wofe to let us go conker hunting (probably wont take too much effort, she loves going out haha) and get some pics of the ones we get!

As a side note, whoever didn’t name them Tree-sticles really missed a chance I think…


My name is Kyle Brades. And I need a drink.

Up until 10 minutes ago, life was pretty freakin’ sweet. But that’s all gone now. The world we live in is not what it used to be. Believe me.

So lemme just give you a bit of backstory.

I used to be a pretty big deal with some… lesser than regular business men. They had a problem, they got in touch and suddenly there problem… went away and i mysteriously had acquired funds for “services rendered”

See, I was a tinkerer. I used to mess with electronics, then qhen that god forsaken second moon appeared and began raining the city with shards of itself, well things got a lot more interesting. Suddenly people were developing all kinds of talents, usually things that they were already talented with, but now they were stronger and even more adept with them.

So naturally i acquired a few of these shards and boom. I gathered myself a suit that allowed me tp have massive control over electricity. I already had one in development but this was something else.

Hell if it wasnt for that thing i wouldnt be talking to you right now. Sadly its basically broken now, thanks to that throw, but still it has its uses.

Before now, i was somebody. I could singlehandedly rob a bank and get away if i so wanted, i could take out an entire squad of goons or cops if i needed to… now? Ha. Now i’d be lucky not to get taken out by one normal cop with his shard. So thats a pisser if you ever heard one. Goddamm, this sucks.

Revenant city – 10 minutes prior.

We were hired to work with this person who was only refferred to as ‘The Great Old One’. Another freak with a shard adiction, i told myself, but money was money and… here I am. There were two others here, the gangs go to hitman, other than me, was ‘The Running Blade’ a kid with a knife that incorporated phosphorous into the blade enabling him to burn through most things. Usually vests or anything that needed and entrance making. He was effective, as much as a kid with a fancy kitchen knife could be, and also fast. Like, really freaking fast. Im talking hits that happened when nobody else was aware they were happening kind of fast.

The next weirdo was a character called Psionic. I say character because it was some weird looking guy in a small purple suit that created purple barriers wherever it wanted them. I cannot get any kind of read on this guy as he stays silent, only projecting thoughts onto me as its way of communicating. Now what the hell is that about?

So we get set for the job and meet The Old One (I dropped he Great part as im sure you know who I’m on about, without me constantly refferring to it.) And meet him in a street near the centre of the city. I wish i knew more about the job but this isn’t feeling like a regular job at all anymore, and these always go bad.

No sooner than his arrival turn up the freaking Heroes of the city. The Atomic Captain, some old guy called Abysinium and a robot called Saviouret. Oh and a freaking asteroid. This weird half human half rock thing that calls itself the Solenoid Asteroid. I wish I was joking.

There is some discussion between the Captain and The Old One about something that could destroy the city, blah blah blah, i don’t care, If i have to relocate I will. Wouldnt be the first time. Then the fighting begins and im face to face with the robot. This thing shoots lightning and uses a shield to fight.

It rushes towards me, so I trigger the magnet shields and deflect it. Then the elctricity comes flying at me, prickling my shield in a hundred places at once. So i drop the shield and punch forwards, catching myself on its actual shield, which is little more than a shard of metal that juts through its arm, reconditioned into a bluntly round shape. It isn’t expecting the shocks however and jolts violently, leaving itself open for my other fist to come round and clatter it one in the face. Or that was the plan anyway, as it rounded a kick into my chest first and knocked me away. Luckily, i padded the suit against damage and i’m back up and into the fight. We exchange blows, all the while it gets faster and better at blocking and striking me. Thats when i figured out that it was learning how i fight.

I shut off all the electrics in the suit and began to feign blows. Surely there has to be a break i can exploit, then theres a change in the air. It could be the static in the suit, but i looked over to the Old One just as he caught this tiny girl, and i mean tiny, she was just a kid, and he slams her into the ground. Just, BANG. I’ve never heard a sound like it in my life, and ive seen many people die, but that hit me right in the gut.

Everyone stops and stares like, holy crap, did that just happen? Even the robot stops and just… looks, and that thing doesn’t have feelings does it? Yet even it knew this was too far. Ive never described myself as a villain. Im more of a oppurtunist. If theres a way for me to gain, usually money wise, ill take it, and ive done some low shit you know what i mean? But this… the captain goes berserk. Everyone knows you don’t include civi’s in this kind of shit, they’re just there to watch and hope that their side wins. He runs at the Old One, full speed and this was incredible, never seen anything so fast in my life, but i launch after him, somehow i reached him in time and pinned him down, barely might i add. But then the Old One just starts… punching her. Over and over again, slamming into the same spot of ground. The captain throws us off and manages to reach him this time, landing a pinch so powerful it took the Old One off his feet and sent him flying over some parked cars. Ever seen a man lifted off his feet by a single punch? Its terrifying, how can someone have that kind of raw power inside them?

We grab him again, god knows what I was thinking, this time i discharged a ridiculous amount of electricity into him as i held on, more then enough to fry any norma person three times over. Was i trying to kill him? No… well maybe. I don’t remember thinking at that point, more acting on impulse. Then he turned on me. He grabbed me and hurled me upwards, threw me like i weighed nothing. I’m not even sure i didn’t pass out with shock. The first thing i remember is falling, buildings passing me on every side as i plummeted. I fired my suit up and began flinging around, attempting to magnetise something, but i couldnt focus, my hands were shaking violently and pulling me in every direction. My arm cracked off a ledge and i spiralled into and alley, ricocheting off debris and objects that jutted out until i crashed into junk and cardboard at the bottom.

It took me longer then i’d like to admit to stand up, broken, battered and bruised. I stumbled out of the alley and wandered down.

There’s been plenty of times i’ve nearly died, but this has me shaken.

This is a new game and i’m an old piece. I can’t fit anymore. And I don’t want to.

What am i up to?

Hello world, I do hope you are well.

So as you’ve either read or scrolled passed, you should have seen that I’m posting mini stories. Now these, im unsure if this has been done before, other than by me, but what i’m trying to do is offer slight character Bio’s for people within my project. Some will be fleshed out characters, others will be less so, more quick ideas that I give life to see where they take me and if they have enough motion to hold themselves up. 

So i guess you’re part of an experimental phase? Yeah, there we go. You guys are my Beta Testers for characters and ideas! So let me know what you think of them in the comments, anything you’d particularly like to see them do (i love what if spin offs, so go crazy and ill do what i can to make them happen haha). Anyway, have a fantastic Sunday and Ill hopefully hear off you soon.

Also, if you enjoyed what you read, like, comment or share the post! And thanks again for viewing!

Shot in the dark


“Honest to gods truth.”

The two guards walked down a stony passageway, passed many cells of doomed prisoners. They had become cold to the sounds of crying, the screams of desperation and all manner of pleading and threats. But something unsettled them about their most recent prisoner. A girl, probably around 20, dressed in traditional tribal clothing of a long leathered coat, complete with boots and hat of similar material and colour, this was usual for those that lived outside of the city as dust storms were frequent. 

“Theres no way that she could have done that. The guards and the crowds, surely not.”

“Look mate, i weren’t there, but i know what I heard. She did it and she did it well. Everyone has confirmed it”

They continued down towards her cell, the shouting and screams accompanied them all the way until they stood outside of her cell. An unsettling silence felt deafening compared to the shouts of the other prisoners. It hung in the air, heavy and disabling.

“… You sure shes in here?”

“Positive. Havent heard of any transfers and everyone in here is locked up inside of their cells.”

The guard slowly, and with shaking hands drew the keys and tentatively unlocked the door. The light spilled into the room, revealing bits of hay and grass mixed in wih other bits of filth strewn about the floor. In the centre of the room stood a pillar, and next to the pillar sat the huddled form of the girl. A medium length pony tail that ran down her shirted back stood out amidst the blackness. Slowly she turned her head towards the guards, her eyes were red and her lips cracked.

“Is it time?” Her voice cracked out, barely audible despite the silence of the room.

“It is. You die today.”

She turned away from the guards and back into the darkness.

“I do not apologise for what I must do.”

The guards stepped inside the cell and approached her in the darkness…