The Vampire Butterfly

In which I tell you the tale of the horror from the cocoon.

Let me tell you a true story of terror and horror, the nightmare of demonic Lepidoptera.

It was the summer of 2005; a young Lindsay Lohan was staring in Herbie: Fully Loaded, Phil Mickelson was winning the PGA championship and George W bush was telling Louisiana residents not to worry about a little storm called Katrina.

It was at this time, in a small maisonette flat in Bedworth, that a young man made a fateful decision to ‘let some air in’ and opened a window.

Vamp[ire butterfly entering house

And let the devil in.

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The Angry Dwarf

In which I tell you a tale of a dwarf who got hurt but then got better.

Here is a tale from the archives, in fact The Angry Dwarf was one of the first stories on my old site…I must add I am not feeling like this anymore, the scars have healed. So with words and pictures by Me, may I present:

The Angry Dwarf

PIC-Angry Dwarf

Far away in the land of make believe there lived a dwarf, not one of the mean and nasty variety but one of the nice ones that you would take home to see your mum.

He had only one weakness.

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The Tale of Nice the Giant

In which I tell you an angry fairytale.

I had a reminder yesterday congratulating me on my five year anniversary of Geek Ergo Sum, and as per usual it reminds me that this was not my first attempt at blogging. That distinction belongs to Angry Fairytales. Although that site no longer exists I still have the old posts.

It was written at a time where the idea I would be happily married with one child and another on the way seemed like lunacy. So as the name suggests the posts were quite…bitter. Now I look back on them and it makes me laugh. So I thought to celebrate five years of shiny I would retell the story of Nice the Giant (and for the first time illustrated by my own fair hand!)

The Tale of Nice.

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A Valentines Carol – Part 4

In which I am visited by a third spirit.

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The third spirit

 

A crawling feeling woke Scrooge up, and after checking on WebMD decided that it was either ebola, the effects of stress or a potential infestation of spirits.

The sight of the night’s final ghost led to him eliminating stress.

“What do you have to tell me spirit? What sage words can you offer me?”

The spirit did not reply.

“Why do you not talk spirit, do you bear grim news?”

The spirit did not reply.

Scrooge grasped the spectre by the shoulders and shook him “What vision do you have that you cannot bear to speak?”

Slowly the spirit raised his hands towards his face, and took his earphones out.

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A Valentines Carol – Part 3

In which I am visited by a second spirit.

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The second spirit.

 

“Oi, wake up.”

“Eh, what, who is that?”

Blurrily Scrooge awoke to come face to face with the second spirit.

“I am the ghost of Valentine’s Presents” the spirit proclaimed proudly, “First some ground rules, no puns and we are going to get this chapter done in the style of Twitter.”

valentines_scrooge: Okay

GhostVPresents: @valentines_scrooge Excellent, Valentine’s is about demonstrating your love #truemeaning #valentines

valentines_scrooge: @GhostVPresents but should you do this differently on Feb 14th? #loveisforevery day #valentines Continue reading “A Valentines Carol – Part 3”

A Valentines Carol – Part 2

In which I am visited by the first spirit.

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The first spirit.

 

With these words echoing still around the house, like a conversation on Skype, Scrooge retired to bed. Immediately he fell asleep to keep the length of this story down.

As he lay in fitful slumber, a noise awoke him.

“Whose there?” Scrooge asked nervously.

“Who’s there” came the reply for, unlike the writer of this story, the first spirit was a stickler for good grammar. “’Tis I, the spirit of Valentine’s past come to show you things about your childhood that are pertinent to the current feelings you have about this time of year”.

As the spirit said this the room grew foggy.

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A Valentines Carol – Part 1

In which romance was dead: to begin with.

Romance was dead: to begin with. There is no doubt whatever about that. The register of it’s burial was signed by the clergy, the media, the government, and the chief mourner. Scrooge signed it. And Scrooge’s name was good upon ‘Change, for anything he chose to put his hand to. Romance was as dead as the flowers you get from a garage.

Scrooge was a miserly and grumpy sod, his chief dislike of Valentine’s day came from the soppy behaviour of others on this special day. And also the crass obligation people feel to buy stuff for others, his two dislikes were soppiness and obligations; and the constant coverage it seemed to get on the internet. His three dislikes were soppiness, obligation and bloggers; and teddy bears holding hearts.

As he sat one February 13th in his cold and dark house eating his dinner of lamb’s heart and potatoes, an apparition appeared before him. Continue reading “A Valentines Carol – Part 1”