A new edit of something written nearly 10 years ago. The sign might be meaningless. She’d spent two days wandering this time. Aimless but energetic steps leading her miles away from the great machine before fear, or guilt or something had forced her to turn back. Now, as she made […]
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She became my boiler, me her leaky tap. We passed daily, reminding each other that we each existed with small moments of mutual irritation. Attention beyond that was limited to the bare necessities that we imagined were maintenance enough. In the end she had me replaced. I just stopped trying […]
I confess. I admit to it all. No excuses, no explanations, no defence. I killed them. I walked down the line, I put my gun to their heads, I pulled the trigger, they died. No one else was involved, no one needed to be, I took it on myself to […]
Just a quick heads up to say that recently I’ve been working on a new side project – a kind of poetry and prose journal site called Culture Cargo Cult. Only just started posting work there having drummed up some submissions and if you’re a writer yourself and looking for […]
To start with the good bit – my collection of poetry and prose, No Cure for Shell Shock, is available as a free download if you just click below. No Cure for Shell Shock (PDF) No Cure for Shell Shock is intended as the antithesis to the war story. Each part of this collection […]
I’ve been on a mini Bacigalupi streak recently – Wind Up Girl, Ship Breaker and now The Water Knife, a minor diversion into post-apocalyptic and dystopian misery which, to be honest, is a bit exhausting. To start with the good The Water Knife is an efficiently well written and occasionally very […]
Just a quick heads up to say that I’ve got a new short story out, it’s available here on Amazon as an ebook for the low, low price of 99p. It’s a one shot read with a Sci-Fi feel focused on the concepts surrounding immortality, suicide and human nature. […]
While I’m waiting for the edit to come through on my next book I’ve been experimenting with a few side-projects. Including some spoken word stuff which I’ve been dabbling with today. More of a distraction than anything I’m not expecting a great audience for it but it’s nice to try […]
He’d gotten as far as piling them up and fetching the matches before the will to set them alight sloped away from him, an exhilarating thought drained in an instant of all value. It would be childish, cowardly even to condemn the sheets to the flames, an act of bitterness […]
What could I have become after what happened? Anything, I was told. All they meant was anything they could understand. I could mirror any image those judgemental cunts could dredge up from their guilty and confused notions of what a ‘good’ victim should be. Scared and broken, scarred and tough, […]