Adventures in Everyday Madness Continuing
Since serialising in quick-reads, I have been surprised at how popular the book have become. They are regulars in the top 100 Classic Horror charts and one actually got as high as 24. Now comes Part 3 which finds the Andrews family in mortal danger. It's the moment when they have to face their demons... Continue Reading →
When nerve surgeon Dr Susan Mackinnon needed help to finish an operation, she reached, as she often does, for a mid-20th Century book of anatomy. Thanks to the complex hand-drawn illustrations - showing the human body peeled back layer by layer - Dr Mackinnon, from Washington University in St Louis, was able to complete the... Continue Reading →
Some days. letting life loose, giving it the chance to run away with itself, is liberating. You take off the restraints and let the moments of each hour decide for themselves, run where they will. Today has been one such day.
This is my fifteen-minutes of fame and I'm going to enjoy it whilst I drink coffee. It sure has not been easy writing things for people to avoid reading. But... https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07WFKZF8Y This was another thing that had been placed in the digital graveyard without being truly dead. It used to happen to people wrongly pronounced... Continue Reading →
SELF promotion, again? Please buy.
Everything was going well with Adam becoming a star student. That was until The Finals started to appear on the horizon and his grades inexplicably fell away. Failure was not an option yet it did not seem easily avoided. And why was the most desperately sad specimen in the academy suddenly beginning to communicate with him?
Being Absent Without Learning was sometimes the only escape from the draconian justice that was meted out by The Citadel. Adam found himself with an impossible choice: stay and risk failure, or run for the safety of the world of water outside of the walls.
He chose to run… and they came after him.
And girls. Just what were they?
https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B07W88J9HF With the bus heading off into the wet splash of the darkness, he pulled his hood up around him and crossed to the other side of the road. From there, he would walk until he found another bus stop that would take him back. The driver had told him that one would be along... Continue Reading →
Oblivion is sometimes a welcome sign upon an empty road. When I woke for the second time, I came to, dry-mouthed, fretting. Nobody was there to greet me. I was in a room that was in darkness. It felt like I had been there before; just a feeling. For a moment I believed myself to... Continue Reading →
So, I'm writing books because I want to be a writer. There are two parts to being a writer: write the bloody thingsget bloody readers. Simple! The thing is that the first part is very difficult and, once you have done that, the second part jumps up at you, smacks you square in the jaw... Continue Reading →
