By Dr E.W. Gordon Have you ever walked through the roughest, most run down part of your town? Have you purposely sought out the darkest alleyways and the grubbiest back streets to see what you can find? I have and I’ll tell you why. They say violence breeds violence. I’m not sure of that…
Category: Archive
Welcome to The Shiver Vaults: archived posts, from 2009 to 2018, still published on the ShiverWriggle website. The vast majority of archived posts are no longer published on the ShiverWriggle website. If you’re looking for something specific that you can’t find here, get in touch.
Evergreen
By: everylittlething When Robert was a little child he woke up each Christmas morning to find a stocking for him. It wasn’t at the end of his bed. His bedroom was cold as frost in December – whatever the weather outside. So Robert’s benefactor ensured that the stocking would be received in a climate…
Moments
By: Hugin In one of my favourite television programs, Psych, there is a point where the main character asks his father if he thinks it is possible to miss a ‘moment’ in life. His father’s reply is that life is made up of ‘moments’: “you’re having one right now”. I think that’s something that I’m only…
Rain
By: everylittlething A walk in summer rain is something completely different from a walk in winter rain. Summer rain refreshes and excites – invigorates. Winter rain seeps through to the bones and makes every part of the body ache. It chills and shakes the bearer. Coats, hats, scarves. gloves, boots- all need to be…
Modern Knights
By: Dr E.W. Gordon The padding was thick As he pulled his arms through, the straps were reassuringly snug Rippling his fingers, he felt the armour as it hugged every sinew He had a great sense of occasion, everything matched as piece by piece he was suited With each click he was fastened in…
Minisode #1: Flotsam and Jetsam
By: Vague The first time I heard the phrase, ‘Flotsam and Jetsam’, was when I was first reading The Lord of the Rings, where it is the title of a chapter. At least that is how my memory deems it; I may have known of it before, but it certainly stuck in my mind…
Introduction – A Return
By: Vague It is now over a year since I left my ‘proper’ job and ventured, quite literally, into the unknown. I have returned to the shelter I built, to once again spend the Fall out in the woods, along the beaches, across the moors and up the mountains. I started a blog piece a…
Star
By: everylittlething Lex felt the bitter air squeeze his throat as he watched the electric night far above him. The party was in full swing behind him and he turned his back on the light and attempted to shut out the noise. The smell of woodsmoke relaxed him. Someone had an open fire. How cosy that…
Cuckoo
By: everylittlething The small child stopped as she caught sight of a vehicle parked in front of her home. It wasn’t her father’s car. It wasn’t her aunt’s. In fact it was quite different from anything she had seen before – either with or without wheels. She knew that she should have been home earlier. She…
Peer Pressure
By: Hugin Marguerite looked down at the cake in front of her. It was about six centimetres tall with a diameter of around twenty centimetres, cloaked in thick, rich butter-cream with a thin drizzle of syrupy jam across some of the top. All of these things Marguerite loved, but here they were on a fruit and nut…