R.B. Clague

Promises by Guest Author R.B. Clague

Sunday, May 1st, 2011

R.B. Clague

The three Australian soldiers crouched low, covered by the large granite boulder, as bullets whizzed over their heads and explosions intermittently lit up the surrounding desert terrain and then plunged it into pitch black. They breathed deeply, unable to speak for a moment, exhausted by their sprint to this safe haven.

‘Where’s everybody else?’ Edouard asked after a while, his voice trembling with fear. ‘Did you see where they went?’

‘No,’ replied Michael, ‘it was too dark. I was too busy running for cover, trying to save my own arse.

‘Me either,’ added August, ‘I didn’t look back, I was a bit scared of what, or who I might see.’

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Portent by Guest Author R.B. Clague

Friday, April 1st, 2011

R.B. Clague

Larry Shuttleworth slid the needle into his arm with practiced ease and pulled back the syringe, watching as crimson-coloured blood entered the plastic chamber, indicating that he was inside the vein. He then pushed the plunger slowly and watched as the heroin disappeared into his body. He extracted the needle and placed it beside the bed, just as the rush hit his brain, shrinking his pupils, turning his eyes myopic and sending him falling backwards onto the covers.

There is nothing quite like heroin a dream he thought to himself. It’s as if your mind just floats away in space, connected to the world by the most delicate thread, distant, objective, and apart. It is a small slice of heaven, which lasts for too little a time, before the hell of insatiable craving arrives, to slap you back down to a harsh and unwelcome reality.

Somewhere in the background, Larry heard the sound of a baby crying, desperately yelling out for its mother to fulfil its needs. It irritated him, that his stone could be disturbed in such a manner. He shouted out for someone to shut the baby up, but was unsure if his words actually left his mouth in more than a whisper. He sat up, feeling annoyed, on the verge of anger. ‘Shut that baby up!’

‘What are you talking about, Larry? There’s no baby around here,’ said Fred, Larry’s partner in crime who had helped him drag the big screen television out of an apartment no more than an hour ago, so they could both go and score, to stop the symptoms of withdrawal that scratched ceaselessly at their brains.

‘I heard a baby crying,’ replied Larry sitting up on the bed. ‘I wasn’t imagining it. It woke me up and dragged me out of my stone.’ (more…)

5: Effigy by Guest Author R.B. Clague

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Guest Author R.B. Clague

‘Okay, Sammy my lad, give me your lunch money,’ demanded Bobby Clarke grabbing the boy by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet and pushing him up against the lockers, which lined the school corridor.

Samuel Jakobson reached into the back pocket of his jeans and removed a ten-dollar note, which he handed over to the bigger boy.

‘That’s a good geek,’ said Bobby slapping him lightly across the cheeks. ‘Now, here’s my homework,’ he added shoving some papers into Sam’s shirt pocket. ‘Make sure you have it for me, before the bell goes in the morning.’

Sam nodded his acquiescence to the demand, not wanting to talk and further aggravate Bobby, the biggest, meanest, and toughest kid in Year-ten. He was also captain of the school football team and as dumb a jock as had ever walked the hallways of Grafton high school.

Bobby lowered Sam back down onto his feet and mockingly straightened out his shirt. ‘Now, you just make sure you have that homework done and I’ll meet you out front of the school in the morning. You got that?’

‘Sure,’ replied Sam. ‘I’ll be there.’ (more…)

Contact by Guest Author R. B. Clague

Tuesday, March 1st, 2011

Guest Author R. B. Clague - Capturing tiny sparks photography

Arthur Rankin, his wife, Helena and their twin daughters, Ursula and Andrea, walked through the graveyard towards the huge old house at the end of the path. They chatted as they moved along, keeping their voices low, having the utmost respect for such a consecrated place, and certainly not wishing to disturb the dead that lay all about them.

They reached the porch of the house soon after and Arthur announced their arrival by hitting the door with the large brass knocker formed in the shape of an angel.

They waited patiently, hardly able to disguise their growing anxiety, hoping that the appointment they had arranged a week prior to their arrival, would proceed, as planned.

‘I can hear somebody coming,’ said Arthur who held his ear to the glass in the door.

‘Oh, good,’ said Helena with a smile, ‘I was becoming a little worried there for a moment or two.’

‘Yes, so was I,’ agreed Andrea. ‘I really want this to work out.’

‘Don’t worry, dear sister,’ said Ursula hugging her twin, ‘I have a feeling that it will.’ (more…)

5: Effigy by Guest Author R.B. Clague

Tuesday, February 1st, 2011


‘Okay, Sammy my lad, give me your lunch money,’ demanded Bobby Clarke grabbing the boy by the front of his shirt, lifting him off his feet and pushing him up against the lockers, which lined the school corridor.
Samuel Jakobson reached into the back pocket of his jeans and removed a ten-dollar note, which he handed over to the bigger boy.
‘That’s a good geek,’ said Bobby slapping him lightly across the cheeks. ‘Now, here’s my homework,’ he added shoving some papers into Sam’s shirt pocket. ‘Make sure you have it for me, before the bell goes in the morning.’
Sam nodded his acquiescence to the demand, not wanting to talk and further aggravate Bobby, the biggest, meanest, and toughest kid in Year-ten. He was also captain of the school football team and as dumb a jock as had ever walked the hallways of Grafton high school.
Bobby lowered Sam back down onto his feet and mockingly straightened out his shirt. ‘Now, you just make sure you have that homework done and I’ll meet you out front of the school in the morning. You got that?’
‘Sure,’ replied Sam. ‘I’ll be there.’
‘Oh, and one more thing,’ said the bigger boy as he started to walk off, ‘make sure you double check it, this time. I got one of the maths problems wrong the other day, which was a bit of a let down, because usually I get everything right.’
‘Okay, no problem,’ said Sam, ‘I’ll make sure.’ (more…)