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Reality has challenged the cynicism of even the most jaded among us. As a perpetual political pessimist yet personal optimist, for me 2020 has proven me horribly right and occasionally wonderfully right. Horrible when I said in February We should… Continue Reading →
From today’s #vss365 prompt which was my latest tweet fic about the lost county of Hookland. Here’s the tweet: The patients soon improved. The Ministry credited sea air, but in fact we recognised the soldiers’ horrors – those phantasms are… Continue Reading →
In preparation for NaNoWriMo, I have been procrastinating by creating a Story Premise Generator which will help me do some preparation. If that sounds mad it probably is. I ended up creating two – an online one which is very… Continue Reading →
I’m featured twice in this new microfiction anthology.This book was born from the vss365 Twitter fiction community – every day the host supplies a prompt word for stories no longer than 280 characters including the prompt and the #vss365 hashtag…. Continue Reading →
Read these books if you want your creative efforts to seem completely irrelevant OK so that’s a click-bait style title but this is what happened to me this year. And not for some high falutin’ poetic reason – writer’s… Continue Reading →
More six-word fake news headlines. Except these days they’re not very fake. The sheer scale of what’s happening in the world makes writing about any of it challenging. Whatever you write, it sounds like crass exaggeration. Populations voting massively for… Continue Reading →
A week previously. “It’s the perfect time. Everyone is but a neck, suspending eyes over a screen. Necks are exposed, vulnerable, easy to crack.” Callum accepted some more wine from his girlfriend’s stepdad and avoided replying by sniffing it. “Don’t… Continue Reading →
The call, when it came, wasn’t even for her. The doorbell woke Karen at three in the afternoon, ringing again and again as if someone were punching it with the flat of their hand. She grabbed at her phone, an… Continue Reading →
Callum liked digging. The literal unearthing of ancient things – what could be better? Gold earrings or pottery, it didn’t matter, what was important was finding them. Revealing history, he called it. “All of history is there, under the grass,… Continue Reading →
Excavating a crypt is dangerous work, especially when it’s occupied. Reverend John Small carried a lamp and pickaxe, and checked every couple of minutes that his phone still had signal. Even so, he felt a crushing presence all around him,… Continue Reading →