Here’s an excerpt:

600 people reached the top of Mt. Everest in 2012. This blog got about 2,300 views in 2012. If every person who reached the top of Mt. Everest viewed this blog, it would have taken 4 years to get that many views.

Click here to see the complete report.

sorry for the whole not being around lately thing.

First off, I wanna say a huge thank you to everyone that took part in Diabolical Deeds, all the entries were fantastic. I will do a post when I have time with a little word about everyone

Secondly: reasons I have been busy – university, AIESEC stuff, actually having a ‘real’ life… yeah, basically I’m probably not going to be around very much.

And last, but not least, do you guys want a Christmas challenge? I’m thinking a one day thing – and I will make sure I don’t fall off the wagon! Let me know in the comments.

Hope everyone is doing well, and those of you who are doing NaNoWriMo – I hope you’re all getting on excellently with your novels! Please do let me know about those as well!

Much loves,
‘Timony xoxox

The Promotion

Calum quietly surveyed his new domain. He had been battling Harold for this promotion for years and now he finally had it. He was the boss now. His gaze roamed over the vast halls and the black rivers, there was only one way to describe this place – caliginous, and he loved it. Calum took a seat in the newly carved throne. “Bring them in” he commanded. The mortal souls shuffled in and began wailing when they saw Calum in all his glory – he was the Lord Calu now and the cacaesthesia these souls were experiencing was all his doing.

An Offering

Look at her, lying there, achroous, lifeless. Perfect, wouldn’t you say? I’m trying to remember her as she was before I dispatched her to the great soul-devourer, the great goddess Ammut. Do you know of her? I hope you do, because you’re going to be meeting her soon. This one used to be what you would call ‘pretty’ – hah, you don’t know the meaning of the word. Look. She is beautiful now, I have made her beautiful. I just hope that the Goddess appreciates my adactylous offering. Now, get comfortable, you’re next.

Here’s how it goes:

You have five days, a demon and two rather obscure words – your challenge, should you choose to accept it not that you have a choice is is to write a piece of no more than 100 words.

The Twitter Hashtag: #DiabolicalDeeds

So, are you game?

Monday 22nd October:

Demon -Ammut

achroous – colourless
adactylous – lacking fingers, toes or claws

Tuesday 23rd October:

Demon – Calu

cacaesthesia – morbid sensation
caliginous – dim, misty, obscure, dark

Wednesday 24th October:

Demon – Humbaba

habromania – extreme euphoria
Herrenvolk – ‘Master Race’, superior nation

Thursday 25th October:

Demon – Sthenno

saccadic – jerking and twitching
sussurate – whisper, sussurant

Friday 26th October:

Demon – Zagan

zoic – showing traces of life
zymosis – fermentation; process resembling fermentation in development of infectious disease

It’s October, you know what that means, right? NaNoWriMo is less than a month away! I have an idea… but no plan. I’ll fix that soon enough.  In the meantime, I am planning another #TimonyChallenge – it should be up by the end of this week. I’m expecting all the usual suspects, but I do hope that my new followers will hop on board too. Also, hi new followers! Come talk to me.

In other news, I published a poetry chapbook - you can buy it here! I’m also a part of Inkslinger Books – a new project set up by a few Indie writers to help promote and create a community of sorts. I do hope you’ll check out the anthologies they’ve already published!

I am making a concentrated effort to organise myself now – I’m currently at University, and part of AIESEC, and trying to make time for blogging/writing/working on the new book (which I will tell you about in a couple of days)!

And if you’ve missed my writing, which I’m sure you all have, go and check out the archives on my Tumblr!

Tell me what’s going on with you guys? Are you excited about NaNoWriMo? How are your writing projects going?

Slaughter

Does it hurt? A voice, barely a whisper. Darkness. Does it hurt? I try to shake my head, try to tell the voice that I cannot feel. Nothing works. My limbs seem no longer mine. I hope it hurts. I want to scream. I want to know why. Darkness. I hope it hurts you as much as it hurts me. I can’t see. I don’t know where it’s coming from. Would you like to feel how I feel? I scream inside, I cannot breathe. I want to ask where I am. I want to ask who the voice is.  Not yet, darling, not yet. Light, little dancing drops of light. Pain. Searing pain. Where, I don’t know. I feel it… somewhere. Like burning. The smell of charred flesh chokes me. Does it hurt now, my love? Yes, yes, it hurts. More light. Red. Red? Memories flashing. Walls of blood. The girl. That girl. You remember me now? Yes, I think I do. You were the one who asked me to help. And you refused, my love. You refused me. Flashes of light. Of pain. Of light. I try to move again, I feel my legs. They are there, but they are not in my control. You are mine now, dear one. More pain. Searing agony. I don’t know where. I feel it inside. Inside where? I asked you to make me stop. The girl. The girl who came to me, her pale hands dripping with blood. I couldn’t look at her then. I couldn’t. You never saw how beautiful I was. Before… Before what? What happened? Before He made me…. Made you what? Agony. Flesh burning. More light. Blood on the walls. The blood on the walls. It wasn’t my doing. Not this. But I will add to it now, I promise you. I only wanted to rest a while. You will sleep forever soon, my lover. No. Not forever. Only to get her out of my head. I should have helped her. I shouldn’t have told them to take her away. I remember now, those eyes. Those eyes. Yes. You should have helped. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry. It’s too late now. It’s done. He’s coming for you, He’s coming and He will have what He needs. Bones snapping. Mine? Pain. Yes, mine. Bright now. Bright and sticky and sweet. She’s not some lunatic. He’s real. Real. Like the pain I feel now. He wants your beating heart, but I can’t let him have it. I loved you, you know. That’s why I asked. How could you love me? You don’t know me. You don’t know of my sins. I know all of your sins, and all of your scars. And I love you for them. Gods, why? Why me? Gods? There are no Gods left. Only Him. And He is coming. I shouldn’t have gone there. I shouldn’t have listened to them. I shouldn’t… No, you shouldn’t have. But it’s too late for remorse. You should never have done a lot of things. But you did His bidding just as I did. It was never the Gods. No. No, I didn’t. I’m a man of faith. Of the Gods. I can’t breathe, Gods,save me. I can’t breathe. The pain will end soon, my love, I swear it. I don’t want to die here, not here in this slaughterhouse. He can’t have my soul. He already has your soul. The Gods have abandoned all of us. But He will not have your heart. Tearing, twisting, wrenching pain. She has my heart. The Devil has my soul. The walls are painted with my blood and the blood of the thousands I have slaughtered in the name of my Gods. Forgive me. Never.

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One False Step

Jo, Jo Darkling.

That’s the name of the crazy bitch that’s trying to kill me. I swear she’s gone nuts on me. I have no idea what set her off, but she seems to have it in for me. Well, she’s not getting me, oh no. I’ve rigged up this entire house. Next time she tries to get at me – kaboom. Yessir. I’ve got everything; trip wires in the hallways and doorways, mines around the house and even pressure plates attached to explosives on the stairs. No way will she leave this place alive.

I guess I ought to tell you a little about her, huh? Just so you know who she is or whatever. It seems like it’s something that should be done. She used to be my best friend. Believe it or not, she really was.  She was the coolest person I had ever known. Tall, busty, confident and flame red hair. The complete opposite of me, and everything I had ever wanted to be. We met in our final year of high school. She was in my English class, and it turned out we both had a bit of flair for the writing. We bonded over it, I guess. Then we went off to University together. We bonded over boys, and heartbreak, and everything else. She was always the popular one, of course, and she would introduce me to the ‘cool kids’. She introduced me to my first boyfriend, Damien. Gosh, he was pretty amazing, left to teach kids English somewhere… sorry, sidetracked.Back to Jo. Anyway, we left university and started working at the same publishing house. She was always over at mine, dragging me out to pubs and clubs, telling me to write, pushing me to get published. She really was the best friend a girl could ask for.

Two months ago, though, things changed. She stopped returning my calls, ignored my texts, unfriended me on Facebook. I don’t know what happened. I tried asking, but she never let me know. Other people started saying she had gotten ‘weird’. She’d stopped going out, stopped talking to almost every one. I don’t know what happened. Then I start coming home to smashed windows and dead animals on my doorstep. The worst of it was when I came home to find poor little Jojo, my cat, crucified in the front garden – and a note from Jo promising worse was yet to come. I called the police, of course. They ‘investigated’. Nothing ever came of it.

A month ago, the worse that was yet to come started coming. She shot at me through my bedroom window – if I hadn’t dropped my earring I would have been dead. And then she bombed my car, it went off a minute too early apparently. A couple of weeks ago she came at me, screaming, waving an axe around. If she hadn’t been wearing sky high heels I would have been headless. So here I am, hiding upstairs waiting for her to come back to finish me off. She’ll be back, I know that. She’s not one to give up either, stubborn as a mule, that one. It’s almost dark. She’ll be here soon. Think I may just pour myself a martini while I wait. Ah, damn the vermouth is downstairs… I’ll go down and get it, I remember where the pressure plates are. Every second step from the top, yep. That’s it…

BOOM.

*This piece is dedicated to the ridiculously awesome Rebecca Clare Smith, who is my best friend but isn’t trying to kill me… I think.

‘Timony is back. And she’s got an awesome challenge for you, again.

‘What is it?!’ I hear you cry. Well now, let me tell you!

Yes, that’s right. The #DiceGames are back.

You know you love it.

I also have to say a massive thank you to the ever-awesome Rebecca Clare Smith, and the slightly-less-awesome David W Duffy for their help with the prompts.

This challenge will run over 3 days:-

• Monday 4th June
• Wednesday 6th June
• Friday 8th June

• You will roll a die – THREE TIMES

• Each number you roll will give you a PROMPT (Which can be found HERE)

• You will post a piece (between 250 and 750 words) on Monday, Wednesday and Friday.

• Everybody will have FUN and become reacquainted with the insanity that is my brain.

  AND YOU WON’T JUST CHOOSE A PROMPT ‘COS IT SOUNDS COOL.

 That’s just not cool dude. 

Sign up below!

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A quick recap of the rules:

• 4 Princes of Hell
• 4 Tuesdays
• 200 words max.