Ross Young's Blog, page 44
January 3, 2020
Welcome
This is the website forR Young author of Dead Heads and a load of other stuff that hasn’t seen the light of day.
Dead Heads is available now at Amazon for download on kindle.
Welcome to the world of Gloomwood, a sprawling metropolis, where the dead live.
Augustan Blunt is a washed out cop with a bad attitude, a drinking problem and a troubled past, oh, he’s also dead but that’s okay so is everyone else. Other than that things are just peachy.
Someone has stolen the Grim Reaper’s head and...
Near Death Experiences
Hello and welcome to Near Death Experiences. I am your host the Grim Reaper. Yes…the Grim Reaper.
..and I am your host Beelzebub.
We’re both the host?
I’m the unholy host…
You realise this is a vital introduction to this entire concept?
Moving on…These interviews are being conducted largely against the subjects will so please allow for any…awkwardness. As we’re able to travel across time, space, dimensions, and the void between allegory and reality we decided to bring to you, dearly deceased...
03/01/20 vss
“She’s the last #unicorn?” Beelzebub asked.
“Yes. So I brought her here.” Death’s skeletal hand rested on its flank.
“You’re sentimental?”
“I’m not sad. I’m taking precautions.”
“Huh?”
“Imagine an undead one! They’re very…killy.”
“Killy?”
“Yes.”
“That’s not a word.”
03/01/20 whistpr
“Beezy?”
“Grim?”
“You know how #time is meaningless as we exist beyond the plane of mortals…”
“Yes?”
“Beezy…how…um…”
“What?”
“Why do you always say I’m late?”
“You are.”
“Ah, and how is today your birthday.”
“It’s always my birthday.”
“Oh, that’s unusual.”
“And?”
January 2, 2020
02/01/19 vss
“Why do you keep looking at that?”
“Oh, notifications on bitter.”
“Bitter?”
“Social media. Where people complain.”
“They talk to you?”
“I #obfuscate my identity.”
“Sounds…pointless.” The Grim Reaper said.
“Not at all. It’s superb for recruitment.” Beelzebub grinned.
02/01/20 brave
“#survive?”
“Yes!”
“It’s not up to me,” the Grim Reaper said.
“Who decides?” Beelzebub asked.
“The public?”
“They’re idiots!”
“You don’t have to watch.”
“But these shows are being attributed to me!”
“Even the dancing ones?”
“Especially the dancing.”
“Oh…Biscuit?”
02/01/20 whistpr
“What was that?” Beelzebub asked.
“A #shiver.”
“You don’t do that.”
“It’s perfectly natural,” the Grim Reaper said.
“Yes. It’s a biological response to temperature. You don’t have…it’s…you’re…”
“Go on. Say it.”
“You don’t have skin.”
“I knew it! You’re fleshist!”
January 1, 2020
01/01/20 whistpr
“Why did you call?” Beelzebub asked.
“It’s some kind of #riot!”
“A celebration.”
“They’re poisoning themselves.”
“Having fun.”
“This isn’t your doing?”
“The planet has orbited the sun.”
“Yes, and?” The Grim Reaper said.
“They’re just…I don’t know…stupid?”
“Oh…”
01/01/20
“#Charlatan!”
“I was trying to help.”
“You kept them all.”
“They deserved it!”
“Really?” The Grim Reaper asked.
“Jimmy Saville, Vlad the Impaler..”
“Fine…Florence Nightingale?”
“Promiscuous…”
“Give her back.”
Beelezebub sighed. “Fine, Mother Theresa’s in there too.”
