Mostly the park looked the same. Patches of grass on wet dirt that captured loose plastic bags and sheets of old newspapers and the prints of its visitors. It was still found in the city centre on flat ground with a tall brick wall that ran along the entire perimeter, breaking only for rusted iron …
Prompt 033: our shadows aren’t following us anymore Read More »
When I was a kid I did not believe the sun could blind me so I used to stare at her for a few seconds at a time, perhaps I was aware of the risk but continued to do so regardless, acting out of juvenile defiance, a childish rebellion, I don’t remember it hurting too bad, just …
He awakens – some realisation of consciousness, the beginnings of awareness of his surroundings and situation – at five thirty that morning, so says the clock on the wall. It’s exceptionally bright. A single, naked halogen bulb hangs from the ceiling and illuminates the white room, with white tiles and white walls and the small …
The crowd grew restless. They had been waiting a long time for tonight’s performance. But the speaker was late. It was quarter past nine, with the speaker due to start at eight. It was a warm evening and in an attempt to keep the noises of the city out, all windows had been sealed, and …
In January of this year my short story ‘Post Youth’ was published by Thoughtful Dog. Some months later I was contacted by Dorothy Reno, a senior editor and columnist for the Washington Independent Review of Books (you can find out more about Dorothy’s work here) who also had a story published by Thoughtful Dog back in 2017, the powerful Hockey Stick …
It’s been a long time since I’ve updated this site (Christ – nearly a year). In all honesty it comes pretty far down the list of my priorities now. I’m not even writing anywhere near as much as I would like, but I’m hoping to change that in the coming months. 20170715200321_IMG_0221 copy‘Can you remember …
The crew are excited. She’s in the building, she’s on her way up now. She’s somehow famous, although I’m not familiar with her work. The presenters meet her first, show her around the studio, take her to the sofas. On her way past our eyes meet. What must she think of me? We begin. Welcome, …
Litro are publishing another short story of mine, Second Lake. I visited the titular second lake while travelling through Alberta, Canada. It was stunningly beautiful, its reflection so clear and crisp. It captured my imagination in such a way that I wrote a story about it later on my trip. I remember writing it in …