Thirty: June 1888. Bekinscot flinched, tried to jerk his head back as the metallic face came towards him, a hideous leer across its fixed and ferocious features. Steam poured from the nostrils, and th… more →
Varney versus Spring-heel Jackvarneyjack wrote 3 weeks ago: Thirty: June 1888. Bekinscot flinched, tried to jerk his head back as the metallic face came towards … more →
varneyjack wrote 4 weeks ago: Twenty-Nine: March 1887. Archie Purdey-James paused mid-stride as he ascended the stone steps leadin … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Eight: June 1888. It was done. The lifeless body of Tristram Brackley flopped down as Varney … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Seven: February 1886. Some months had passed since the attack. My own injuries had healed. El … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Five: June 1888. ‘We should be nice and private in here, heartface,’ Brackley cooed in a … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Four: June 1888. Bekinscot fingered the dull black metal. ‘How the hell will this and Lilli … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Three: December 1885. After my return home, I tried to rest. Spurning the imprecations of my … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty-Two: June 1888. ‘Dearheart, welcome… I have no idea who you are, but you know the knock, … more →
varneyjack wrote 2 months ago: Twenty One: June 1888. It stood alone in the centre of the workshop. Dull yet gleaming, its iron fra … more →
demonik wrote 2 months ago: “varney the vampire. springheel jack. (hopefully) daily instalments from now on. art to come. … more →
thenoisingmachine wrote 2 months ago: ALRIGHT!!! here are 2 more songs off the upcoming Beati Paoli album, “A Sense Of Urgency … more →
thenoisingmachine wrote 2 months ago: last wednesday we went to omaha and got the upcoming Beati Paoli album, “A Sense Of Urgency … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Twenty: June 1888. He made his way through the busy streets as the shadows lengthened under gas lamp … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Nineteen: June 1888. ‘You can’t do that. It’s… insane, for God’s sakes. Inhuman.’ Hainin … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Eighteen: November 1885. How I got out of that stableyard, I do not really know, even now. The relie … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Seventeen: June 1888. With a satisfied and salacious smack of the lips, Sir Francis Varney stepped b … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Sixteen: June 1888. ‘Lillibet…’ Bekinscot’s voice was hushed, a mix of horror and awe as Hai … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Fourteen: June 1888. ‘ ‘Ello, darlin’, looking for someone?’ Her voice was like a corncrake, … more →
varneyjack wrote 3 months ago: Thirteen: June 1888. It was, as always, as he descended the stairs into the cellar, that Bekinscot m … more →