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I could not be happier! I can now share some news that I have known about for a few days: My short story ‘Warm Gun’ has been awarded first place in the 2016 BFS Short Story competition. This is an … Continue reading
Tag Archives: Short Stories
I’m happy and proud to announce the birth of my second* publication/editing project – The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty McNavel. Epiphanies is an archetypal slim volume. It’s not made of genre, but it’s spiced and seasoned by it. One story … Continue reading
Blimey, looking at all this! I’m proud and delighted to bring this slim anthology of stories, poetry and collodion photography into the light of day. The Redensive Epiphanies of Pouty McNavel contains stories and haiku by BFS-nominated Gaie Sebold, *Helen … Continue reading
My short story collection, ‘Open Waters’, from TheEXAGGERATEDPress, is now available as an e-book from all the usual places. Open Waters has sixteen of my short stories, a mix of SF and fantasy and the strange, including four never previously … Continue reading
Just a few years from now advances in physics lead to a full understanding of gravity, and our ability to manipulate gravitational fields. Humanity being what it is, the first commercial application was the anti-gravity brassiere. As with all new … Continue reading
Here’s another free story – this one’s about war, the invasion of an alien planet, and what happens when it all goes horribly wrong.. This particular story had about the longest gestation of any I’ve written so far. Although I … Continue reading
This week the Friday Flash is a ‘guest post’ from my alter-ego, Lord Plott. ~ Ulysses Plot was thinking about his book. This meant walking around in the garden and staring at plants. The sunflowers were doing well, a few … Continue reading
‘I love all my characters equally. Let’s face it, they wouldn’t be there if I didn’t want them to be. Every single one has a part to play, big and small. I feel their pain, their triumphs, their loves and … Continue reading
The fight was over. Grishnak checked the old man’s kit: a pointed hat, an empty pouch, a big stick. Further back in the cave Krange crouched over the smaller body. ‘Anything?’ Grishnak called. Krange help up an over-large dagger. Too … Continue reading
They called in her dreams: Beyond the compost heap, among the foxgloves. She found them in the morning sun, gossamer humanoid things, large-eyed and curious. They fluttered all around her and trilled with laughter: You came. One by one she … Continue reading