This is where I put fiction…
28 February 2018
Lengthened, ill-defined shadows overlapped like hazy Venn diagrams and the world took on a dim, dusk-blue iridescence that tugged at his tangled viscera.
My goal with The Slow Burn was to explore the idea that a seemingly innocuous, everyday event, can have far reaching implications on the psyche of a maturing boy (or girl). The protagonist’s perceptions…More
7 October 2015
Bare skin on plastic, a collage of ether dreams, now crystallised.
A 500-word short story I entered for the September CultOfMe competition – I didn’t win. I know, scandal.
The brief was to write 500-words or less inspired by the accompanying image. I really enjoyed writing it, and…More
20 June 2014
He was a monstrous black giraffe of death. In a cape.
This story was inspired by Game of Thrones (the TV series). Specifically, a Facebook “friend” thought that spoiling revelations in the show was a just bit of fun, rather than the deadly serious matter…More
16 November 2013
He’d walked this path in his dreams, narrow and never ending, storm clouds shadowing its twisted form. He pictured the end, filled with light, as he walked through some sort of gate or Gothic arch, healing him.
This is an old story I wrote back in late 2001. Over a decade ago! Reading it now there are things I’d change. It’s certainly flawed but I still like it. It’s completely and…More
15 November 2013
It had to be today.
29 October 2013
It was going to be a long flight.
Charles took his seat in the cylindrical cabin of the low cost airline’s flight back to blighty. Knees thrust into the seat in front accompanied muttered prayers, that the seats on either side of…More