What do you call this future? The one at the end of the rat run you’ve built out of today and into tomorrow? The one we can see as a pin-prick at the end of the tunnel, a pin-prick of grey light and confinement. Why do you want us to […]
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As part of the slow build-up to the release of No Cure for Shell Shock I’ll be sharing work on a few sites to spread the word and Immaculate Fracture is the first such piece. be sure to check it out as a taster for what’s to come!
‘No Cure for Shell Shock’ – bonus points if you remember the poem that name comes from – is my newest work in progress. At the moment it’s about 70% of the way to completion, give or take, without including the design, editing and formatting side of things. It’s definitely […]
She made the sign of the cross, uncertain of who was looking. Not Jesus, she was grimly certain of that. Not the Father or the Holy Ghost either, the Trinity were either wholly blind, wholly indifferent or wholly non-existent when it came to her. An apathy she did her best […]
One of the things that’s always struck me as, to be honest, quite funny about travel is the bizarre approaches people have to cultural their experience in the unfamiliar. I’ve seen gap year Hippies growing out their manky dreads while Buddhist monks play StarCraft opposite the residence of the Dalai Lama and I’ve […]
Around the world there are various enclaves of desperation. Where desperate conditions force choices on those who live there and desperate strangers seek to take advantage of that. Well, I say ‘desperate’ strangers but perhaps that’s too generous a judgement, perhaps cruel or manipulative or malicious would be better words […]
The weeds had overgrown his eyes again. It happened from time to time. He’d have to sweep them away sooner or later. But the struggle to master seldom used muscles and limbs to the task was more effort than living with a denied sense. That the green tendrils had slowly weaved […]
‘Go off, kill them, you know what they’ve done.’ J stared at himself in the reflection of a shop window, running the words through his head. He did know what they’d done and they did deserve to die. He’d said it himself enough times. Words though, just words. Easy to […]
Amidst the crowd of millions stood one person. Ignored by those around them their anonymity cut deep. Not that the others weren’t equally blacked out within the mass, it was grey day after all. And they’d not gathered for each other, not as individuals at least. They’d simply come seeking the […]
The face in the mirror was that of a corpse, he could see that. Healthy enough at first glance, drawn perhaps, aged to every one of its fifty years with with the slow proliferation of wrinkles spreading from a heavy brow and grey hairs dominating a jaw which had once […]