The Mourning Sun

The wood pigeon had returned. This time it did not look so confident. It had been three days since he last saw it and, at first, he was glad of its company. But, even from this distance, he could tell that it wasn't doing well. Aside from his avian acquaintance, he had not seen any... Continue Reading →

Stealing and Positive Role Models…

I cried at the ending of The Song of Bernadette. I just sat and wept my young eyes out whilst my elder sister watched on, somewhat disturbed by my outburst. When I was a child, such outpourings of emotional excess were embarrassing, especially for a boy. It’s a good job that my father had not... Continue Reading →

Who’s Writing My Life?

Imagine that our lives are novels, ones that have been written by somebody else. Each morning, we open ourselves up to a new chapter. Sometimes it’s just an old paragraph that we have convinced ourselves that we have been working on; work in progress. When we first went through this it seemed alright, but we have... Continue Reading →

Part of my submission

AWOL, The Story Of Adam, is a dystopian novel set in the near future when wars and climate change have remade the world. No longer an logical world, civilization has compacted itself into small and isolated colonies. One such is the Citadel that is run by a government called The Family.  The Citadel is a... Continue Reading →

Time Sack

Nobody is aware of this, but a few; me and my wife to be exact. My recent travels with Captain Candy have revealed the truth about the nature of existence: the world ended some time in November 1979. That strangely coincided with Pick Floyd's release of The Wall. It was also the time that Captain... Continue Reading →

How to write a best-seller.

Finished editing AWOL (The Story of Adam) yesterday and started working on the one line elevator pitches. Elevator Pitches: He never knew that girls existed until he met the one who was destined blow his world away. Adam was having a bad term, a bad life, and was about to come face to face with... Continue Reading →

Hope And The Dead

Short Extract From The Piper 3 For most people the sight of such a creature, especially one so old and decayed as this (its upper and lower lips had been nibbled away by the same rat that had devoured its long dead nose) would have been a cause for petrified alarm. This one, though, had... Continue Reading →

I Yam, Yam, Yam…

Now, what was it that I was thinking about when I first took to the laptop again? I was thinking about not thinking and the waste of time that would be if I didn’t get my shit together and start thinking again. The problem with the UK is that it does present problems to think... Continue Reading →

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