The Forgotten Island

by David Sodergren

Lisa liked precisely two things in life; drugs and B-movies. Their supply of pills rapidly dwindling, coupled with the lack of a telly, meant that Lisa was liable to snap unless Darren could steer her away from the other occupants of the boat. She was prone to irrational bouts of violence and paranoia, and Darren had once seen her stab a girl with a pen because she thought she was a ghost.

‘Don’t fight it, Ana.’ ‘I’ll fucking fight you in a minute, you creep. Get off me!’ He pulled her towards him and planted a kiss on her salty, tear-stained lips. She shoved him away. ‘Fuck off Ricky! Were you not listening to me? I’m baring my fucking soul for you and…and…’ ‘You fucking bitch!’ he shouted, an angry voice screaming into the void. ‘You and your sister. Jesus fucking Christ, a real pair of cock teases.’

The misogyny is strong with this one... Repeat afte me, Ricky. Women. Do not. Exist. For you. To fuck them.

‘People like you, Ricky, are why I hate people.’

Same.

They walked silently together into the cave, not knowing what horrors lay in store in that vast, underground cavern, where ancient evil slumbered and nightmares came shockingly true. Their appointment with madness awaited.

few hours ago she had disembowelled a giant fucking spider. This was just a man.

Fuckin’ spiders, man. Fuckin’ spiders.