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

After the appeal courts upheld the freisans claim Ba Rowbottom had to throw every penny she had into making the necessary adaptions yet still it wasn't enough. This wouldn't have happened if the townies hadn't have won the election. Anyone with experience of guerilla warfare or civil disobeience, please leave your email adress with Barry. Thank you, that's it for now, meeting closed, lets have a cloudy ale.

Somewhere near your house, the last of tonights bodies are being put back in the ground. That's why you can sleep; been four months since the world ended, you've got by without too much upheaval, one of lifes survivors. Tomorrow, when you hear the money to keep the dead buried has run out I wonder what you'll decide to do. Doubt I'll see you again but if our paths do cross I hope it'll be as friends.

Blood and bone everywhere, a mighty battle carved into the fabric of her house, you could stand in the garden and see the road at the front. Hellog has never seen anything like it and he'd lived in Scandinavia for most of his life. The floor full of strewn papers, examination scripts for A level citizenship, he stoops to pick up a bloody finger, half a golden ring gouged into its side, flush with the bruised skin. There will have to be a remark for sure.

I remember it was meant to herald the dawn of a new era, a computer system that could map our dreams so vividly visitors would be able to travel through them; the structures and people generated in real time. A whole new frontier but one as old as mankind, the television  boffins  couldn't get enough of it. To great ceremony, the first dreamliner went online at 8.00 am JST on the 27th September, three men in white suits waved to the camera before  disappearing  into a sleek gun metal blue cylinder. The watching world held it's breath whilst three long hours ticked by.  And then, the door opened and out they came, waving still, smiling and giving thumbs up signals to the assembled media. But, if you pause these images and zoom in on  Hamaguchi Soshu's face ( as I have) you can see it in his eyes, a pebble that appeared so shiny in the sea yet taken out of the water, a dull lifeless blank.  Apparently, so the data reve...

I looked like Daffy Duck when I came back from the barbers, that hadn't been the plan I was sure but life seemed twisted out of shape at the time so even this I doubted. George called and asked me to pick up some cards for the night; the boys nights in thing seemed something we should've grown out of by now but as women clearly found us unsuitable to their needs we continued. I made some pasta and ate it watching the telly, on it, a plump woman showed rich people how to buy big houses, I turned it off and went to the toilet. Whilst sat there I heard my neighbour next door quizzing her boyfriend, it's a partition wall, we live in a very poor part of town. " You said I looked like a Pixie, what did you mean by that? " " I didn't, I said you looked foxy " " No you didn't, pixie you said, like one of those pixies on toadstools or something, why do you say hateful things like that to me ? " I missed the next part of the conversation du...

The man in the television scares me, late at night it began to turn itself on and when I woke to hear the now familiar hum and went downstairs he was there, on the screen. I always see his eyes first as I enter the front room, doesn't matter how long I wait and put it off, always his eyes filling the screen. I know he's Korean. Just know it somehow, subconsciously, I'm no Asian scholar and until this began I'd have been hard pressed to tell the difference between a Chinese or Japanese face, but I know he's Korean. We sit there in the darkness, he and I. It can last minutes or hours, he holding my gaze for as I long as I hold his. That first time lasted a minute or two, I thought him a character on a TV show but as I pressed the power button the camera pulled back, revealing his lack of a body, his mouth wide, screaming, eyes closed as he turned and disappeared into the darkness. And it always ends that way, his head screaming into the abyss and i...

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...