They're alive! Three's A Merry Horror Three new scary stories for Christmas available now . . . Christmas Skies Imagine heading home from work on Christmas Eve as one of the few people who know that the world is about to end . . . Christmas Treats The drive home for Christmas has been a … Continue reading Three’s A Merry Horror
Category: On Writing
“Three’s A Merry Horror”
The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover
It is time for an update, regarding the latest project: This morning I finished draft one of the new novel. I have never had such a blast writing something. What's more, something happened - kept happening throughout the story - while I was doing this one that I thought made it worthy of sharing. So … Continue reading The Evolution Of A Story: A Character Takeover
Regeneration
From the edge of the forest I find the window. One of the many eyes of the city. To find it, I do not need to seek it. Three floors beneath the sign. The neon glow, startling the night. My eyes are drying. I grind soil between my forefingers and thumb. Soothing, and the scent … Continue reading Regeneration
Christmas Wishes
It was Christmas Eve and the snow outside lay deep and crisp and scattered with the icy little jewels of Prudence’s tears. The day before Christmas had been a Christmas horror for Prudence. Sleep, the lack of it, making her head heavy. When making her morning coffee, the putrid stench of the turned milk. Having … Continue reading Christmas Wishes
About A Girl
With my book in hand, I left the pub alone. The same way that I had entered it. I’d had one drink; if I wasn’t driving I might have had another. Sometimes I do; this time I didn't. Instead I planned to drink a couple more once I returned home. To continue reading. The pattern of … Continue reading About A Girl
When The Last Leaves Fall – a new project
To celebrate the second anniversary of the release of my debut novel, 'The Reputation of Booya Carthy', I decided to do something a little different, something that I haven't tried before. A short companion story is going to appear here over the next few days in serialised instalments. It is mostly unrelated, but might have a … Continue reading When The Last Leaves Fall – a new project
The Mobile Phone Terror Attacks
‘A new wave of terror has hit Europe in the past twenty-four hours,’ the Welsh newsreader was saying as Gwen continued knitting the beanie for her son. ‘So far, injuries have been reported in thirty countries, including the UK. While many of the surviving victims have suffered life changing injuries; most have lost their lives. … Continue reading The Mobile Phone Terror Attacks
Dirty Old Sod
We are having a reading night at the writer's group that I attend. The theme is flash fiction. Wikipedia - oh wise, trusty, yet unreliable writer's tool - says that flash fiction is "work of extreme brevity, including the Six-Word Story, 140-character stories, the dribble (50 words), the drabble (100 words), and sudden fiction (750 words)." … Continue reading Dirty Old Sod
To Breathe Again
1 In the exposed land halfway between the woods and the farm, I crouch, watching the figure of a man advance along the driveway. He is tall. Is he taller? At this distance I cannot be sure. To steady myself, my hand is on the basket of wood I was carrying; my stomach rests upon my … Continue reading To Breathe Again
