A blackest of black comedies about the revenge organised crime exacts against some thieves who stole from them, set against the recent collapse of the global banking system. In both cases, confidence in the system needs to be restored. In … Continue reading
Twenty-Second Century Blues Chloe found Milo weeping by the ruins. ‘We’re so different from past civilisations,’ he said. ‘I feel sorry for them too. Assyrian, Egyptian, Greek, Roman, even the North American empires. In the end their hopes and dreams … Continue reading
Pretty Please Kaltenbruner checked Tiffany’s bonds. ‘Potassium metal placed on your scalp will burn as soon as it touches the moisture in your skin. The reaction is highly exothermic. Your skin will blister and break so bringing more water, in … Continue reading
Here’s the next of my 100 word stories in the Spiral Staircase sequence. Greyscale Ocean Grant’s blistered palms bled, the harness rubbed skin raw under his arms. Still the great fish fought him, pitching its primeval strength against his skill … Continue reading
When I was young Christmas was, well – it was Christmas! The closer it came the more excited I got. I just couldn’t wait. As a small child tucked up in bed, wriggly with excitement and too excited to sleep, … Continue reading
A while ago I wrote a series of 100-word stories – exactly 100 words, including the title, with a group of other writers. It was good fun, an interesting discipline, and nothing much came of it. Later on I reworked … Continue reading
2011 felt like treading water. In some ways that was OK – I’d just bought a house and there was lots of time to be spent and pleasure to be had there – decorating, settling into the garden, and putting … Continue reading
Dinosaurs are brilliant. When I was young collecting tea cards was pretty good too. These were illustrated cards that came in loose tea packets (tea bags weren’t proper, not in my house), for collection in albums. I had a good … Continue reading
If you’re interested in finding out more about my writing group, you can read about it here in an interview with Rebeccah Giltrow. Also, there’s oodles of stuff on the group web site itself, natch. … Continue reading
My slippers are muddy. I’ve just been down to the bottom of the garden, built a bonfire, and watched it burn. In my slippers. Nothing’s changed, I used to do the same sort of thing when I was a child. … Continue reading
