He refused to look at me. I stared, I hated, but he refused to see. I lived through my eyes, for those long minutes. I tried to leave the rest, to let him have it so that whatever he took wouldn’t be me. I failed. For all that I placed […]
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“We must believe!” The crowd was ecstatic. Five thousand of them stood before him, evolved, or devolved, into one terrific collective mass. Faces eclectic and varied as only humanity could be but morphed into uniformity by the moment, sweating, heaving and moving as one delirious whole. It was almost a […]
The room was perfect white. Not spacious or sparse, simply white, the detritus scattered around it’s interior sterile and blank in design but stiflingly busy in practice. Ingenious décor for a jail cell, the sole occupant thought to himself. The whiteness would deny rage, if he’d been willing to express […]
Yes you read right, everything must go! And by ‘everything’ I mean as many copies as possible from an endless, intangible pool of eBooks. Until the 24th of March you can download No Cure for Shell Shock for free via Amazon. As with all these promotions the small price I’ll […]
Just a quick heads up to let you know what I’m working on for the coming six months/year. No Cure for Shell Shock only came out in December so there’s still work going on promoting that and, as always, any help you can offer is much appreciated. Amazon and Goodreads […]
Following up on Crashed America going ‘Pick Your Price’ this week it’s Space FM’s turn. You can grab your copy over here. As ever one of the prices you can pick is zero but I’ll re-post last weeks call for support below just to prod at your sense of human […]
Death had passed there before, elaborate in black ribbon and the sombre faced ritual of undertakers repeating a daily routine. The observers wept to see it. Tears framed by that moment, unlike the ones which had come before and those which followed after. Those were eroding tears, endlessly absorbed by […]
Just a quick heads up to say I’ve got a new(ish) piece up over on Walk Through The Fire – a new Ottawa based literary journal. They’re just getting started so be sure to give them a follow on Twitter @WTTFMag and keep an eye open for their new discoveries.
The valley was magnanimous in it’s apathy. Ancients who had sat and lived in it all their lives could observe new arrivals with comfortingly communal certainty. The sparsely wooded cliffs of carboniferous rocks looked on with thoughts, like theirs, containing nothing but tired indifference. An odd place to call home. […]
The world’s biggest city condensed down to nothingness, and with indifferent cruelty burrowed its way into her optical nerve. A miracle to the technologically illiterate but one robbed of it’s grandeur by sterile routine. The procedure had been her choice. Though she was far from the first to undertake it. […]