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Akheloios

Joined December 2010 and calls http://akheloios.livejournal.com/ home.

56 stories, 2 challenges, 198 comments, and 50 friends

Hi, I’m Paul.

Winner of the 2009 All England Pro-Am Hikikomori Championship via Unanimous Disqualification for not getting out of bed and turning up. Currently studying for a Degree in Classics with a bit of Archaeology and Creative Writing thrown in for fun. Collector of bad films, reader of trashy vampire romance, writer of, so far, short stories and bad poetry.

Defeated the Spider-Queen of Mars in hand to hand combat for the Sceptre of D’Hash, but doesn’t like to talk about it.

Once loved a sparkly chested vampire so much the body glitter wore off.

Enjoying Ficly far more than is good for my assignment schedule.

Usually found hanging out round the northern end of Manchester, UK.

Stories

  1. A pathetic escape

    It was too late to block the door so I went for the stairs, my tears making a fog of the room. I paused to reclaim my gun, the broken fox dropped, its glass eyes empty. My parents’ room was at the end of the hall, I’d only been in once sinc...

  2. Lassie, don't come home.

    The scratching woke me even through the furniture barricading the door. Alone in the house, only I had made it back to our cottage in the hills. They’d killed everyone else as we’d fled the city. No-one had taken the reports of zombies seri...

  3. La Divina Commedia II

    Virgil pointed at the low houses, built of white adobe, that lined the black sanded beach. Then up further, to the neat rows of vines that laced the hillside like the weft of a tapestry, green leaves moving gently in the sulphurous winds. “ItR...

  4. A young man's confession.

    “Dad?” “Yes, Luke?” “You know that when I went off to College, you said that if I ever found something out about myself, you’d understand, still love me, no matter what?” “Yes son, when a young man leaves home, it’s a time to find out...

  5. Craigslist

    los angeles craigslist > for sale / wanted > baby & kid stuff Hemmingway’s entry to a short fiction contest on the subject of sadness and loss is possibly the most poignant work of fiction on the pain of losing a child. I offer you the ...

  6. Kitten adopted

    His thrift store clothes, threadbare tweed trousers and linen shirt, too large for his thin body, lay scattered around the room. I gazed down at the wiry muscles of his back as they made a sinuous dance in sleep, his skin pale as milk. Dirty blonde hai...

  7. It started in darkness

    I’d first noticed something was wrong when it went black, not the black of house lights off, but the darkness that comes from no light at all, no glow of street lamps, black. I’d leaned over and opened the curtains to a view of nothing, it ...

  8. Bbbbb!

    But braggart biographers beget bawdy Bacchanalian books, bedecked by bravely bathetic Baudelairean bards, becalmed beings broken beyond brilliance.

  9. Mummy, daddy, I want to be a dolphin.

    The implantation of one half of an entangled pair into each individual neuron at the 63rd day after conception is key. Earlier and we lack enough implanted neurons to create a statistical model, any later and the process runs the risk of causing minor ...

  10. Breaking free.

    I stand here, looking down from the bridge to the swirling dark waters below and wonder, what did I do wrong? What did I do that made life unbearable, friends distant, family estranged, or work seem more of a punishment than a vocation, and my boss Jef...

  11. Things to do on a rainy day

    I sang the ritual and poured the blood within the Circle Inferior about me. The Greek and Sanskrit symbols of the Circle Superior glowing as they drew power from the sacrifice. It had taken me months to decipher the ancient tome that had been bequeathe...

  12. Poor Vlad

    While he had raised the age where the blood tax came into effect. Instituted the first national anemia health checks and provided a subsidised supply of spinach and Guinness. Vlad the Drainer never quite got over his unfortunate regnant name.

  13. Learning Experiences. (Mature)

  14. The task at hand

    The house was large, I climbed the steps up to the front door and rang the bell. The girl who answered it was a few years older then me, dressed in jeans and a sweatshirt under a heavy coat. I smiled and extended my hand. “I’m Jen, I’...

  15. Picking up tools.

    Depot 376 was a grim concrete building hiding under flaking white paint. Inside was warmer, though it tried to lie with more white and blue. The man behind the counter was young, bored, and dressed in grey overalls. “Invoice.” I handed him ...

  16. Depot run

    I listened to the man in front of me on the bus. I guess he must choose to drink a lot of music jobs as he apparently owned his own guitar. His fingers running over the strings with the easy confidence that came from the distilled knowledge of the dono...

  17. Picking up tools.

    Depot 376 was a grim concrete building hiding under flaking white paint. Inside was warmer, though it tried to lie with more white and blue. The man behind the counter was young, bored, and dressed in grey overalls. “Invoice.” I handed him ...

  18. Depot run

    I listened to the man in front of me on the bus. I guess he must choose to drink a lot of music jobs as he apparently owned his own guitar. His fingers running over the strings with the easy confidence that came from the distilled knowledge of the dono...

  19. CSI : Norman London

    “Hell, another murder. If we don’t find who did this, Lord Jameson is going to have our heads.” “Any ideas Robert?” “We could try Forensics.” “Popperian Empiricism? In a 13th Century setting? We’d b...

  20. The Plan

    Caion smiled and sat back from his computer, the fools wouldn’t know what they were doing. Lured by his brilliant prose about the advantages of stickers in home design they would flock to his website. Little did they know that 10,000 years of car...

  21. The Message.

    Crack The whip sang as it lay across Martin’s back. “This will teach you to take more than one toilet break a day, lazy code-monkey!” Life had been hard for Martin since being lured to Dubai with promises of gold-paved streets and end...

  22. Lunch story: Variation 0: Reality

    I was stood outside the shop, eating my steaming chips and gravy in the cold when a man and his companion came towards me. He wasn’t particularly tall, nor handsome, he seemed to be of middle eastern extraction, dressed in blue jeans, sweater and...

  23. Lunch story: Variation 3: Meta

    I stood outside the shop, eating my steaming chips and gravy in the cold when a man caught my eye. I wondered if he were lost or perhaps needed the time, but he simply extended a hand out towards me. Nestled in his palm was a thick golden chain and a h...

  24. Lunch story: Variation 2: 1001 Nights

    He tried to catch my eye and extended a hand out towards me. Nestled in his palm was a thick golden chain and a heavy gold ring. Perhaps he thought I had lost them? “How much?” he said, with an urgent tone. “I’m sorry, I don’t have any cash I...

  25. Lunch story: Variation 1: Paranoia

    He tried to catch my eye, I wondered if he were lost or perhaps needed the time, but he simply extended a hand out towards me. Nestled in his palm was a thick golden chain and a heavy gold ring. Perhaps he thought I had lost them? “How much?” he sa...

  26. Lunch story

    This is autobiographical in an odd way. Today something slightly strange happened to me. I’ll let the my sequels tell their own story, but I thought it was interesting how these thoughts occurred to me after the meeting, which led to the tales in...

  27. Roger's fall

    I nonchalantly flipped the tip of a wing as I inhaled from my Gauloises. “Where was I when Roger Darcy jumped?” I finished exhaling, grey-white smoke curling through the feathers and halo. “I was under him.”

  28. A moment of reflection.

    The damp streaked bricks and moss laden rafters gave lie to the opulence below. Rich velvet fabrics adorned the walls, casting a reflected ruby glow from the candlelight onto the antique furniture at the centre of the room. She cast her hand towards on...

  29. Dr. Krauss (Mature)

  30. Roger's fall.

    I nonchalantly flipped the tip of a wing as I inhaled from my Gauloises. “Where was I when Roger Darcy jumped?” I finished exhaling, grey-white smoke curling through the feathers and halo. “I was under him.”

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