Just A Moment…

Just a moment, that was what has occurred. I was writing the concluding chapters to my book, The Story of Eve, when I stopped to change direction. I have been finishing this novel off for the past four months and it has been causing frustration and concern at every juncture. It has not been an... Continue Reading →

A Moment…

Just a moment, that was what has occurred. I was writing the concluding chapters to my book, The Story of Eve, when I stopped to change direction. I have been finishing this novel off for the past four months and it has been causing frustration and concern at every juncture. It has not been an... Continue Reading →

Do Not Suffer A Witch…

We tended to do most of our shared work after the sun had fallen. Old Leather seems to like it that way. It’s amazing what can evade notice in such a place as this. Imagine, if you will, a corpse strolling along any major high-street in any town or city in the UK, and then... Continue Reading →

An Eve Tit-Bit…

Surprises. The boy was a surprise; he really was. My last recollection of him was as I was falling and he was falling too, but on top of me. My exhaustion had burnt a hole through my resistance and he was about to take advantage. His hot body, stinking of sweat, reeking of something else... Continue Reading →

Talk Less…

A golden rule of mine has become one that is concerned with talking. I was always a talker, attempting to win people over through the power or sheer numbers of my words. Last night while strolling through my merry English market town, I heard the volume created by others. It was both deafening and incoherent.... Continue Reading →

Writing about character…

I thought I would share these two extracts that were written many years apart. My character, Liam Flowers has changed and grown. He still carries the scars of his previous incarnation. Older and wiser, he cannot escape his narrative arc. From The Piper Book of Hearts Liam Since he had moved in with The Leatherman,... Continue Reading →

Another Morsel Of Eve…

I tried to tiptoe past them. I didn’t want to make a noise because I had a memory of a huge canine with slavering jaws and yellow, razor-sharp teeth. But as I was moving through the sea of buckets, I looked at their contents.  The liquid was not rain. For a start it was viscous... Continue Reading →

Lost Christmas. The End.

I wanted to tell him the truth. I wanted to say that I had been wandering the corridors of sleep. I wanted to say that there was a ghost in my life. “If I’m honest, I would say that life is treating me badly.” That’s what I wanted to say. The morning had started badly.... Continue Reading →

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