Chapters (48)
- Cover
- Dedication
- Introduction
- Endland
- About Lisa
- Shame Of Shane
- Who would dream that truth was lies?
- Eve & Mary
- Chaikin/Twins
- James
- The Shell Garages History Of Mud
- Kelly
- Morton & Kermit
- Crash Family Robinson
- Wendy’s Daughter
- Void House
- Jonesey
- Killing Of Frank
- Arse on Earth
- The life, movies & short times of Natalie Gorgeous
- German Fokker
- Carmen by Bizet
- They get you most all gone when you always alone
- It is murky and opaque
- intentions seem good
- Cellar Story
- I thought I smelled something dirty
- Last of the First 11
- The Ant and The Grasshopper
- The Chapter
- Mission of Jobbin
- wanted to get a good look
- Taxi Driver
- Loose Promise
- The children of the rich
- The Waters Rising
- #Dibber
- Long Fainting/Try Saving Again
- BureauGrotesque
- Anger is Just Sadness Turned Inside Out
- Maxine
- For the Avoidance of Doubt
- now not moving
- A Note about Endland
- Acknowledgements
- Dear readers
- This book was made possible thanks to the support of:
- About the Author
When Toxica and Tiara were approximately in the area of 16 years old they hatched a half-baked callous and largely simplistic plan to murder their parents and speed up the process by which they would come into full possession of their rightful inheritance. With this in mind Tiara pretended to be ill and lay down on a fainting couch which she had arranged in her bedroom and called for her mother on the intercom. When her mother came to see what was the matter a few days later Toxica was still waiting behind an arras or curtain, with a big heavy stick of wood she had selected from a pile of what seemed to be similar improvised cudgels in the garden. Whack! She hit her mother on the head and her mother kind of went staggering like a drunk or an idiot with some kind of problem of brain co-ordination. Finnish her off said Tiara and their mother said oh no do not kill me I am flesh and blood I gave you everything you wanted or asked for or could possibly have needed please come on you can’t be serious, are the bonds of blood not worth more than mud and all kinds of things like that and Toxica just laughed and whacked her mother a few more times in the vicinity and region of her head. Later they killed their father too and loaded the bodies in a walk-in deep freeze cabinet.
After the murders Toxica grew heavy with remorse, putting on weight, weeping and moping, writing endless unpublished confessions on her Facebook, and scoffing endless biscuits and Swiss chocolate confectionary. Tiara meanwhile showed no remorse, enjoying the fruits of her murder spree, buying land and houses to look at, building orphanages, adopting children and then diss-adopting them on a whim as was the fashion then.
One day a police officer called. The investigation was brief and competent, the case against the sisters Cavanagh completely watertight. When the trial came they got a lawyer based on James Stewart but he didn’t do no good against a judge based on Judge Judy. All thru the trial the JS look-a-like argued that the girls had diminished responsibility, that society, internets and TV in general was to blame, that the way they were brought up was through no fault of their own and that they did not understand the significance of taking a life even if it did only belong to their parents. Judge Judy didn’t take no shit from anyone though. Even the pleas that Toxica showed evidence of remorse (about 20 kilos of it) dint cut no ice with her. The sisters Cavanagh were sentenced to death by legal lethal injection, they were strapped to gurneys and watched over carefully by a team of almost-qualified physicians while their heartbeats slowed to a murmur and their story came to an end.
The Waters Rising
The Waters Rising