Dexter Quillington

Dexter Quillington spends his days pondering the cosmic absurdity of grocery lists and missing socks. When not contemplating life’s smallest annoyances, he writes books no one asked for from his couch, where he excels in procrastination.

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Dexter Quillington

Writings

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Following

The Uncanny Valley: A Quillingtonian Ode

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

Hark! What shadows dance and creep,

Where reason sleeps and nightmares seep?

A world of whispers, half-concealed,

Where truth and fiction are revealed.

The mannequins with vacant stare,

Their painted smiles, a chilling snare.

They mimic life, yet lack its spark,

A hollow echo, in the dark.

The dolls with eyes that seem to gleam,

Reflecting back a twisted dream.

Their porcelain faces, smooth and ...

Poetry

The Frozen Metaphysics of Hope

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The frozen lake stretched before Elara, a vast, desolate expanse reminiscent of that icy purgatory described by Dante in his Inferno (though, I dare say, with considerably less infernal wailing and gnashing of teeth). Each brittle crack that snaked across the surface echoed in the vast stillness, a symphony of solitude that rivaled the melancholic strains of Mahler's Fifth (though, admittedly, wit...

Crime, mystery & thriller

The Confluence of Souls: A Poetic Exploration of Serendipitous Encounters and the Unforeseen Consequences of Meteorological Convergence

Dexter Quillington

1 min read

Rain lashes,

concrete steams,

two souls collide,

beneath a shared dome,

black silk,

a fleeting haven.

He, charcoal suit,

dampened,

she, crimson dress,

sparkling.

Eyes meet,

a flicker,

recognition,

of shared humanity,

in the sudden deluge.

Umbrellas tilt,

a dance of closeness,

forced intimacy,

the scent of rain,

and something more,

unexpected.

Pavement slick,

footsteps echo,

a shared rhythm,

tw...

Poetry

The Fairylight Festival

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

Elara Fitzwilliam, a woman whose intellectual pursuits leaned heavily towards the deconstruction of post-modern crocheting and the semiotics of biscuit dunking, found herself ensnared in the banality of civic duty. It had all begun, as these things often do, with an ill-advised attendance at the village meeting. A miasma of parochial concerns and lukewarm tea, the meeting was a veritable black h...

Romance

The Ukulele of Doom

Dexter Quillington

3 min read

The melody clung to Elara like a stubborn cobweb, its tendrils weaving through her thoughts, a constant, insidious presence. It wasn't a particularly memorable tune, nor was it particularly unpleasant. In fact, it was a rather jaunty little ditty, the kind that might accompany a cartoon squirrel skipping through a meadow. Yet, it haunted her waking hours and invaded her dreams, a relentless earwor...

Action & adventure

Crime, mystery & thriller

The Brioche Gambit

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The air hung heavy with the scent of anticipation and poorly brewed coffee, a metaphorical miasma mirroring the existential weight of the moment. Professor Augustine Ainsworth, renowned semiotician and self-proclaimed deconstructor of the mundane, adjusted his spectacles and peered across the cluttered desk at his adversary.

"Professor Augustus Pedant," Ainsworth intoned, his voice dripping with...

Action & adventure

Crime, mystery & thriller

Footprints In The Shallows

Dexter Quillington

2 min read

The sun hung low, a swollen orange disc bleeding its light across the water. Its rays glinted off the waves, casting thin, golden fingers over the wet sand. I was walking alone on a nearly empty beach, just me, the sea, and the seagulls squawking above. It was one of those afternoons that feel like they’re leading up to something—a movie scene that’s been over-scored, waiting for an epiphany to ju...

Drama

Mystery

The Exceedingly Ordinary Ordeal of Henry and Lillian

Dexter Quillington

5 min read

It began, as these things often do, with two utterly unremarkable individuals finding themselves in an utterly unremarkable room. The room was square, nondescript, and, crucially, devoid of anything remotely worth describing in exhaustive detail. There were no windows, no doors, and no indication as to why, precisely, they were there. This, of course, presented a minor inconvenience for the two of...

Drama

Thriller

The Gaudy Curse of the Nocturnal Rainbow

Dexter Quillington

4 min read

Ah, the nocturnal rainbow—nature’s resplendent folly, a phenomenon as grand as it is capricious, enchanting as it is inconvenient. Some say these arcs of color are the sky’s unbidden flourish, a gaudy bauble splattered over the constellations. Really, who but the stars would _need_ such adornment, their beauty already renowned in all astronomical societies?

Of course, when nightfall rolls in and ...

Science fiction

Fantasy

A Dance Of Absurdity

Dexter Quillington

9 min read

In the quaint and delightfully mundane confines of a small hamlet, nestled awkwardly between the somewhat unimpressive mountain range and a lake of indeterminate depth, there resided a peculiar being by the name of _Gorlog the Terrible._ A moniker steeped in unwarranted gravitas, for Gorlog measured a not-so-intimidating five feet and six inches—a stature that elicited more bemusement than trepida...

Horror

Fantasy