I was happy to contribute a video for the launch of Anne Goodwin's latest short story anthology Becoming Someone . Interesting topic. Who are you?
Did you meet your target for National Novel Writing Month ( NanoWrimo ) in November? 50,000 words is the goal. Some of my friends did 60,000 even 80,000 - in one month! So how did you do? Well, I've got a confession to make. I'm a Nanowrimo dud. I only wrote the same amount I usually... Continue Reading →
Enceladus Marine Research Station Guest log 9.1 June has always been my favourite month of the year; still is. Warm days and starry nights. Aaron said the sun gave him hives, which of course it didn’t; it was just an excuse to stay in the shadows and read about Galapagos turtles. One year, early in... Continue Reading →
Three faces. Well, two faces and something that was presumably a face but definitely non-human and looking more like a rotting ham with electrodes attached, glared at Gus. Apparently, they were the only guests prepared to share in the special feast. Their table was simple and round – laid out in old earth fashion –... Continue Reading →
The acolytes raced up the Keep's stairs, eager to celebrate their Queen's unexpected return. All duty forgotten. All posts abandoned. Lights carelessly extinguished. When the dark veil returned to the building, a solitary figure was able to creep in unobserved. Moving with unholy grace, leaving neither mark nor echo, the Keep's final visitor scaled the... Continue Reading →
‘HELLO ESME, LOVELY day isn’t it. How about a bite to eat?’ Oskar Black asked hopefully. He had rehearsed this request with his assistant for five full minutes and had two fingers discretely crossed behind his back. He worried he might be sweating but resisted wiping his brow. It would be an easily detectable sign... Continue Reading →
‘It’s just not that easy Jarrod. I know we need the money but shit, isn’t there another way? Can’t you speak with Eddy about extending the loan? You don’t seriously think he’s going to break your legs do you?’ Big eyes, the colour of the warm toffees Aunty Sue used to make, flick towards me... Continue Reading →
She closed the boys’ door behind her and collapsed back against its Old Earth oak panels. When she remembered his harsh accusations, her breath caught in her throat and tears threatened to overspill her lashes. She was on the verge of surrendering to her old grief. How little he knows about the truth of life,... Continue Reading →