Tales from The Distant Edge

Tales from The Distant Edge, written and illustrated by Mike Hewitt. Available to purchase on Amazon. Tales From The Distant Edge: Amazon.co.uk: Hewitt, Mr Mike: 9798871024898: Books

Welcome to The Distant Edge, that mysterious place where dreams parade proudly up Main Street, nightmares infest the back alleys, and reality flirts with fantasy when your back is turned. This book is a snapshot of the world on our periphery, a place where the fabric of existence is tattered, worn, and frayed.

Fear can be found here, desperate to permeate each soul with its dark oozing menace. However, The Distant Edge is never without hope, so alongside the dangerous and detestable we find true courage and heart. 

These are the stories, accounts, sketches, and musings compiled from my time spent on the edge amongst a mysterious medley of misfits

Jewel From the Sea

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Always Believe in Fairytales (for Clementine)

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The Stranger Arrived

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A letter was found, bound tight in a bow. With writing most splendid, and ink that did glow.

The Naked and the Dead

The Moon and I (German Version).

Der Mond und ich

Der Mond schaut auf mich herab und lächelt, denn ich bin sein Lieblingssohn. Mein Herzschlag beschleunigt sich, ebenso wie meine Geschwindigkeit, hier gehöre ich hin. Muskeln und Sehnen treiben mich vorwärts, durch Wälder ohne Licht, außer dem sanften Schein, den er von oben ausstrahlt. Mit Leichtigkeit überquere ich Bäche und Schluchten und klettere Felswände hinauf, die kein Mensch zu überqueren wagen würde. Nichts kann meinen geschärften Sinnen entgehen, die kleinste Bewegung, der schwächste Geruch oder die leisesten Geräusche wecken meine Aufmerksamkeit. Ich bin eins mit der Natur, befreit von den Fesseln der Gesellschaft und ihrer seelenlosen Unterwerfung. Verdorbenes Blut fließt durch meine Adern und erfüllt mich mit Euphorie in ihrer wahrhaftigsten Form. Ich werde jede Sekunde davon auskosten.

Die ganze Zeit über schaut er stolz von oben zu, sein Gesicht aufgedunsen und voll. Der Mond und ich, wieder vereint.

Freight-hopping Fever

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A metallic, skeletal beast of thunderous fury, alive with rage and redemption!

He Stood at the Gallows Unrepentant

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He stood at the gallows, unrepentant, a sadistic glint flickering in his eyes.

My Mermaid

The mermaid emerged from the dank, putrid depths of the mangrove swamp to enchant me. With hair lank as Spanish moss, reptilian eyes brighter than any gators, and a tail the likes of which I had only ever seen on a flathead catfish!

From our first kiss, with her barbels tickling my cheeks, to our moonlit marriage one steamy night in the bayou, our love endures forever more.

.The Moon and I

Moonlight and Magic

I’m no Angel, and you’re no Star

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From my lonely place, way up high, with wings I dreamt, could really fly.

Clock Hands

The old town square clock is serviced every ten years, but the hands are replaced frequently. Flesh tends to rot quickly in the sun.  

Gremlin in the System

.The Wicked Ones

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Spitting fire and falsehoods amongst a backdrop of technicoloured madness.

  Beautiful and Bizarre

A beautifully bizarre creepshow, beneath a celestial, shimmering moonglow.

.Freighthopping Fever

..Think you know Olde Santa?

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‘Santa Claus’, that’s what you humans call me.

.The Phantoms

A phantom rushing through the night can be a terrifying experience to witness. Rest assured thought little one. Without the phantoms performing their nocturnal duty, the moon would lose its glorious glow, and the stars desert us for ever..

.Running hot!

Pop the clutch baby, we’re running hot on high octane, blood infused gasoline!   .

.The Prism

I threw down the prism and screamed. No white light refracted into a glorious rainbow of technicolour dreams had greeted me when holding it up to catch the sun. A nightmare vision of fractured, otherworldly colours had spread out before me, pulsating, malevolent and alive.