A fly almost disappears up my nose and I fail to sneeze
John PolidoriChapter 3 in a proposed historical fantasy, The Death of John Polidori.Previous chapter. The door creaked as it cautiously edged inwards. The door had always creaked, but if any door creaked eerily, it was this one. I was often woken in the early hours of the morning by the door singing on its hinges. And …
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A strange vortex sucks in my Mr R–, Constable Sedgewick, myself, and a pigeon
John PolidoriThe second instalment of a speculative account of the death of John William Polidori.Link to first instalment. It crossed my mind that I was dead. How I surveyed the situation I cannot say. I knew I wasn’t imagining things, but at the same time I could not imagine what would happen next. My perception was …
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Polidori’s Date with Destiny: An Elaborate Fiction
John PolidoriBeneath its weight man pauses in his willAnd crouches at the dark-robed phantom’s feet : The Fall of the Angels, To The Deity, John Polidori, 1821 My eyes struggled towards the lazy light from the half-open window. I rolled on the bed delirious, my eyes stared at the wooden floor. I just managed to incline …
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