Reinventing Reality


Very quick post today just to direct you to one of my short stories, Expendable, which I entered into a writing competition over on Inkitt! You can find it under the science fiction section or by clicking this link!

An unnamed mall mechanic faces the harsh realities of the far future when he’s falsely accused of bioterrorism…

The story is a quick read (about 1000 words) and it would be fantastic if you could spare a minute to vote for it as well. Thanks guys! :D

EDIT (8/9/15)

Thank you so much to anyone who took an interest in Expendable, but I’ve taken it off the Inkitt website. You can still read it here on my blog though!

St. Alban’s Alley


They say that every little town has its little curiosity and ours was a homeless man they called Ned. Guy looked like he was pushing seventy, though I don’t think anyone knew for sure how old he was. What I do know is that he was a territorial old fucker, and had been living out of boxes at the end of my road for as long as I can remember.

He had these two foul-smelling shelters at either end of an alley that was supposed to let you cut through to the row of shops that ran parallel, but he’d never let anyone use it. I can’t count the number of times my parents would talk about the council trying to move him on, only to have him reappear a few days later as though he’d never left. In the end I guess they just let him be, small town plod’s got better things to do, you know?

Anyway he died two weeks ago and I think I know what killed him. Continue reading


Imaginary Friend by MOTHart.

Imaginary Friend by MOTHart.

I don’t acknowledge it for weeks and carry on regardless. Ignore the questioning glances and the eyebrows raised in concern. Things are muted, but it’s just insomnia. Same old, same old, but it’ll fade in time. Nothing to do but let it pass. After all, it’s not like I’m alone… until I am. Continue reading

The Bee Removal Dance


The only acceptable bee is a crochet one! By syppah.

It was a beautiful [it wasn’t actually that’s a complete lie] spring afternoon in South East England. The air was warm [muggy] and a light breeze was blowing our heroine’s hair back and forth [I looked like a Tim Burton character after five goddamn minutes – all that time and hairspray for nothing. NOTHING.] as she walked. Continue reading

A Temporary Loss of Sight (and Sense)


Unfocused tea is still good tea! (Image via Archana Srinivas Photography, here).

I woke up once and discovered I’d blinded myself. I’d like to say I was young and putting elastic across my eyes seemed like a good idea at the time; but unfortunately I’m twenty-seven and this was only about six months ago. Continue reading


Surreal World

Surreal Digital Art from Rolan Gonzalez, see more of his work here!

Now sit here my love and watch, just watch. Watch as I stand apart but steady, arms wide open in invitation as our new world forms before us.

Feel the breeze across the skin of your cheek and know that I am conjuring a place so sublime you’ll shed tears for me once more. Listen to the sounds of a Universe all our own gasping into existence. Smell the new grass beneath and the fresh leaves above and know that never again will we be denied. Taste the clear waters that clash around us, that flow and bend and rain.

This place, this bright open space where no single man is yet King, is mine to mold and yours to protect. For we are done with smite and folly, done with jealousy and malice. We rise higher than the winds, climbing atop the highest spindling branches to begin again. And begin I have, my love.

So watch, just watch.

Camp NaNo

Camp NaNoWriMoThanks to Scrivener I’m making decent work of getting all my planning done. As someone who’s used to finding random character notes, outlines and a few lines of dialogue (with no context) all over my hard drives it’s an odd experience to open up an application and find all of my story ideas there. I like it!

Anyway, NaNo. I’ve tried NaNoWriMo before and never felt very confident. Whether it’s because of time, commitment or lack of confidence in my idea I’ve never come through it with a 50,000 word count before. I like the idea of cabins, though the one I’m in seems quiet at the moment. Continue reading

The Cracked Screen

One of Kyle J Thompson’s surreal works, viewable here:

The static cleared and a room came into view. Broken glass scattered over the faded varnish of a wooden floor. There was no pain as such, though he felt the dull ache of old wounds as he pushed himself upright.

The light was natural, breaking in through wooden slats covering the windows. This place was old and left for decay. Like him.

He ran his fingers across the front of his screen. No external damage that he could feel, but things weren’t yet in focus. He turned the lower knob beside his eye slowly, staring at a sheet of yellowed wallpaper not yet peeled away. Its edges seemed to melt into nothing before he twisted back and they came into full focus. Continue reading