Postcards from Kronk - the second collection of daily stories. (2025)

You gets the mouse like and it's boom, a touchpaper, a wick to the ticking bomb of the internet. The wickedness of all the world curated and stated bold as brass. There are times for us to be strong and this is one of those. I, your president today give you my promise, my faith, my honesty that we will manage this matter, I have personally taken hold of the terror at the heart of the internet, I have smelt its rotting heart and felt it's lust and aggression send it's messages to every cell in my body. But, I, like our great country, am strong. Like tigers I can eat poisoned meat and still rip down trees. We drop this down like a righteous anvil. And this is why the Mexican Government is monitoring all internet activity of it's people now ? The terror continues and builds, if we do not siphon it's power we will become a flabby decadent society without morals. And these steps will halt this  A blueprint for the world, knowledge is no longer power, knowledge is cr...

The last of the sunlight mixes with the first of the street lamps and I walk into another world the colour of a petrol heat haze Wish I could walk this way forever Long ago I forgot if I was chasing or being chased, now it doesn't matter When I grow weary, I want to lie in this place, this street, forever

There's a feeling of deja-vu I get every time slide past the laboratory. Look who's back, back once again with the renegade masters. Shouldn't be here I think, from another place, the marks on my arms and wrists suggest I've been bound or confined recently. There's crust on my lips and I can't seem to shift the smell of sulphur. Every time we conduct this experiment it's the same, the cabinet, the controlled explosion, the faster than light sub atomic particles, back once again from where I've always been. Throwing the switch back once again, there's a sense this has already happend recently, I see her face through the window before the white light and then we're back at the beginning once more, the days seems blurred at the edges now. They decided not to continue with the tests, I hear them saying this as I shift past them on the other side, the power is too unstable, they can't risk anymore men. So I'm here again, in a loop, my life ...

Beautiful Jane, her caravan shiny as robot spit enjoyed her first cigarette of the day. She stood in the door way breathing in the morning air, her skin prickled against the cold. " What ya got there ? " Cousin Lex was stuffing something in the boot of his Vectra, struggling to get it to close. " my worldly goods J " he squinted up to her and smiled, " you can come with me if you like " She smiled back, " Shame Lex, I got to smoke this cigarette then have a lie down, otherwise..." " We got to get going now, you know that dontcha ?" " Can't worry about Christmas when I'm still fretting over breakfast Lex, things'll come good " He shook his head and gave the boot one last slam, this time it caught, . " I'm away "The camp looked too open now people were starting to leave, each family knocking a hole in the side of their giant sandcastle, the water was set to burst in and flood them all. She thre...

Herman hated visiting his Gran, even before she'd died. She'd look at him through misty glasses and poke him in  the ribs, remarking on how skinny he was. Granny Tuppence lived in Hull with his Uncle Ron, a crooked, beaked man with a moustache that bent his whole body over. He was once a big noise in local politics and called in favours with the Rotary Club and the local Mason Lodge to gain permission for a home burial. The service was short but moving, everything seemed in order, ashes to ashes and all that. The following week, however, when Uncle Ron premiered his 'Ultimate Ventriloquist Show' Herman felt his soul curdle. Those matinee performances spoiled his weekends for the whole summer.

As the fundamentalists regained power in Cyprus the world held it's breath as operation Dante began. In four days, it was claimed, the Underworld would be revealed. Members of the United Nations tutted and threatened to send in advisors, ambassadors and monitoring teams but he's not worried. Pygmy Goza, the new Cypriot President, alone on a hill, chuckling to himself, throwing meat scraps into the air for his his Hawk, if only they knew...

" Reckon it wouldnt be long before you showed up " Albert greets me with a plastic cup of liquified coco beans and indicates to follow him. My watch shows it's not nine yet, if I'm lucky I'll still get to Dads for supper. " how many you think we have ? " It's hard to answer, there's blood everywhere and a couple of hands, both slightly chinese looking, the rest of the stuff is too small to identify, clods of bone and gristle. " Well must be a at least three, Id say  " I indicate the three large areas of flesh and blood, each up to ten feet apart. " Idiot, "  the cups knocked from my hand and I get a slap round the face for emphasis. " These goddamn blocks, sent her hurtling from one to another, like a pinball, she got slammed into nothing. Just the one, pretty girl I bet, but she's gone now, mushed. " I nod, know better than to question. " Seems like no one saw it again." The collision blocks ...