It was their third week outside the city, and from their watchtower on the wall they looked out upon the Great Grey Waste and waited for the first of the day’s migrants to arrive. A pale feather of dust rose from the far edge of the plain. Benef lifted the binoculars to her eyes. “An hour, I reckon,” she said.
I wrote the music for a 1980s movie called Lasercop that doesn't exist but which you've definitely seen.
It is not long dawn when the man comes. You see him before he sees you, but the light is dirty and weak and when you spot him he has already come too close for you to prepare. The boy is around on the other side of the refinery, so you call him to you.… Continue reading Still
I worked with both David Hulegaard and Tony Healey on two short story anthologies curated and edited by Bernard Schaffer - Kindle All Stars and Carnival Of Cryptids. Tony has recently published the supernatural crime thriller Hope's Peak, while David recently released the mystery novel Icarus - and resurrected the Hulegaard Books Podcast. Here he… Continue reading David Hulegaard interviews Tony Healey
Storgy has published my short story "The Town Of Birds And Pebbles".
My short story The Town Of Birds And Pebbles has been accepted for publication in Storgy Magazine. More to come once publication goes ahead.
I'm going to be running the RockSolid Race in Milton Keynes in October in order to raise money for WaterAid. The race is one of these obstacle course things with mud and water and fire and probably dog poo. It looks hard, so I'll be earning my sponsorship money. If you'd like to sponsor me then… Continue reading RockSolid
I met Jeff Provine through the Resistance Front and Carnival Of Cryptids short story anthologies, so I was excited when he sent me a link to the YouTube trailer for his new alternate history novel Hellfire. I thought it sounded like a great story, so I decided to ask him about the novel and his other upcoming projects...
The Drabble has published my 100-word flash fiction piece "In That Unending Sea".
Years later, looking back, only the oldest would remember a time before the fence.