Preface Hell, it feels very 'writery' to be writing a preface. I'm not a 100% sure I know what one is, but I'm going to go with 'pretentious introduction' and stick with that. Anyhoo, this short story came about because I saw the picture above on my friend Bridget's Facebook feed, with the plea, "What … Continue reading The Lump
Blue Christmas
Good stuff…
Is it possible to be ‘over’ Christmas? Have the songs that have been your seasonal soundtrack since the 70s turned stale? Does the prospect of evening after evening of festivities leave a bad taste in your mouth? Has your tree lost its twinkle?
This was me about four years ago. After nearly 40 years of riding the Christmas wave of tinsel and tequila I was done.
In the beginning, December had been the most exciting month imaginable – the multicoloured lights, old-fashioned glass ornaments and plastic sacks at my Nan and Grandad’s embodying a truly magical time of year.
Later came the tradition of hitting the pub with school friends on Christmas Eve – still going to bed buzzing at the thought of what was waiting under the tree.
And then children of our own – a chance to pick the best bits of our own childhoods and try out…
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Captain Marvel – a history in six or so haircuts
Looking forward to the Brie Larson Captain Marvel film? You might be in need of a little character illumination. Well, I hope you’re paying attention, because it gets a little… complex.
Beyond the Veil (part 2)
[Part two of my fantasy short story. You can read the first part here] Breaking out of the streets into the dead ring was always something of a jarring experience. There was a strict cut-off point to where people could build, and with the necropolis being so beautiful, people built right up to the boundary… … Continue reading Beyond the Veil (part 2)
Beyond the Veil (part 1)
The body had been dead at least a day or so, that much was clear. It’s ashen colour, frigid temperature and musty aroma said as much. It had also said as much when Veil had asked it.
Creatively avoiding sharing my creative writing
I've been writing fiction for years. Short stories at school, assignments at Uni, roleplaying adventures, and in the past decade or so, actual booky type stuff. But very few people have seen my output. In fact, probably only my wife.
Child Grooming & Abduction – A True Story.
Wow. A 'must-read' for any parent.
