Tag Prose

Fixtures

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…

I Confess

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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…

Culture Cargo Cult

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…

No Cure for Shell Shock – Free eBook

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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…

The Water Knife by Paolo Bacigalupi

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…

Lifer – Short Story

  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…

Spoken Word & Holy Squatters

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…

Art of Flames

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…

Enemy of Grief

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…

Shattered Idols

As the room filled up they could feel the chasm of their loneliness expanding. Words were spoken, seemingly endlessly but none really seemed to be directed at either of the parents. Not personally at least, but perhaps meant for them,…