Army of Skeletons

By W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh

Shaddock is a musician on the anarchist scene. One night she meets an intriguing womon. When she finds her again, and when her friend Taylor meets someone, too, their lives take a weird turn.......

• Language: English
• Publisher: W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh
• Release date: Oct 19, 2012
• ISBN: 9781301271573

W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh

Little is known about the apparently quiet W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh. The few unearthed bones are still disconnected: dreams, books, no gender, tattoos, wolves, invisible energies, permanent puzzlement. W would be (in alphabetical order) a versatile artist, a chocolate fiend, an independent musician, and a tree hugger. The cats know more, but refuse to talk: one will stare you down; the other one will fight you. W’s writings have appeared in unknown, obscure zines and in the last ten years in various anthologies: ‘Write Now’ (UK, 2001), ‘Threads’ (UK, 2009, edited by Cassandra Lee aka Shawn-A-Lee McCutcheon-Bell), ‘Eclectica’ (2011, edited by Andrea Dean Van Scoyoc), 'No One Makes It Out Alive' (2012, edited by Hydra M. Star), 'Blessings from the Darkness' (2014), The Ladies and Gentlemen of Horror 2014 (2014, edited by Jennifer L. Miller), The Ladies and Gentlemen of Horror 2017 (2017, edited by Jennifer L. Miller). W is the author of novel 'Outsider' (2012) and collection of short stories 'Tales for the 21st Century' (2014). W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh was a member of The Gothic Creatives Association, and The Bermondsey Square Writers.

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Army of Skeletons

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W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh

Army of Skeletons

Copyright © 2012 by W. Freedreamer Tinkanesh

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Table of Contents

Army of Skeletons I

Army of Skeletons II

Army of Skeletons III

Army of Skeletons IV

Army of Skeletons V

Army of Skeletons VI

Army of Skeletons VII

Army of Skeletons VIII

Army of Skeletons IX

Army of Skeletons X

Army of Skeletons XI

Epilogue

ARMY OF SKELETONS

It was all so typical for Taylor. She’d burst into my bedroom, regardless of the time of day or night. Me having nude company in my bed never unruffled her feathers. I was pretty sure that she’d checked first through the keyhole for any sound or sight of lust action. Now, don’t get me wrong. Taylor is a great friend. Not the perfect flatmate, but that’s ok. Whatever happened in her past, she’d never touch the drugs, and alcohol, even all through the night, would never take her off to the other side of the galaxy for a guided tour. And I owed her big time. My taste in wimin was as dubious as my taste in alcohol and Taylor had prevented my Rickenbacker to turn missing after many a mixed-up night. When I used to have just a battered, charity-shop electric guitar, it wouldn’t have mattered too much. But a couple of times, it had been close. And a Ricky was, as far as I was concerned, the best I could afford and only once in this lifetime. So, I could certainly put up with Taylor’s little eccentricities. There she was, standing tall and skinny, bald and brass, already two steps into my bedroom, Morning, Sunshine! Fancy a coke?

Appraising the scene dim lit by brave sun rays breaking around thick curtains, a can in each hand, My, my! You had quite a night!

My fitted boxer-shorts (the Special) fitted pleasantly and upside down on the top mechanics of my Ricky proudly relaxing on its stand. My red and black combats were still crumpled where I had jumped out of them. Next to them, I made out the contorted shape of