Unholy Trinity: Party by Martin P. Fuller
Our church worships at the altar of the Unholy Trinity. Its gospels are delivered as a trio of dark drabbles, linked so that Three become One. All hail the power of the Three.
This little collection of drabbles is in part a nod from Martin to my recent move. He knows me so well – including my music tastes! – Steph
Party, Party
Their move complete. Boxes emptied. Furniture unloaded. A new life in the town of Wrexham.
The husband relived at relocation success, decided on celebration. Beer, food, wine and loud, raucous music. After all, their nearest neighbours were firmly planted in the nearby churches cemetery.
The walls trembled to Metallica. Party-goers danced wildly. It was just after midnight a heavy knock at the door deadened festivities.
On the doorstep stood a rotting corpse, mouldering green skin and white bone. Grating words fell out of its mouth along with rampant worms.
“Please turn down the music. It’s enough to wake the dead.”
A Moving Story
She regarded her old house fondly, ghosts of happy times haunting every room. But time passes and her new house in Wrexham beckoned. The removal men had finished loading the large Victorian display case, minus its contents of course. She’d packed those treasures separately, and discreetly.
She’d worried the new owners of her house may find the bodies under the rockery, but they were elderly; happy to leave the garden intact. She would always have the collection of desiccated heads however, their smiles lighting up her new house. A collection she would add to, after she built a new rockery.
Welcome to Wrexham
Jasper Bottomley was determined to pay his respects to the new family now in residence at the house by the churchyard. The hour was late, true, but he would not tarry. A cordial introduction and a welcome to Wrexham. He mayhap be able to learn of news form the rest of the country and how parliament fared in the war before returning home his obligations complete.
It occurred to him as he clawed his way to the surface he might invite them to his abode if they were decent God-fearing people. After all, truly decent company was hard to find.
Martin P. Fuller
Martin P. Fuller lives in his shoebox house in West Yorkshire. He was in his previous exitances: –
a beer salesman, a pall bearer, a car delivery driver, and oh yes… a police officer for over 34 years.
He started to write in 2013 after attending a creative writing class and since then has become a writing course junkie.
Discovering his dark side, Martin has had a number of stories published in Trembling with Fear and several other anthologies including Deadcades published by Infernal Clock.
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Stephanie Ellis writes dark speculative prose and poetry and has been published in a variety of magazines and anthologies. Her longer work includes the folk horror novels, The Five Turns of the Wheel, Reborn, and The Woodcutter, and the novellas, Bottled and Paused (all via Brigids Gate Press). Her dark poetry has been published in her collections Lilith Rising (co-authored with Shane Douglas Keene), Foundlings (co-authored with Cindy O’Quinn) and Metallurgy, as well as the HWA Poetry Showcase Volumes VI, VII, VIII, and IX and Black Spot Books Under Her Skin. She can be found supporting indie authors at HorrorTree.com via the weekly Indie Bookshelf Releases. She can be found at https://stephanieellis.org and on Blue Sky as stephellis.bsky.social.
