It’s been a while since I achieved any of the top places in writing competitions, not that I enter that many. And okay, so this is a competition run by my writing group, but it was independently judged by historical fiction author, Clare Harvey. I entered two pieces in the letter writing competition, one that was a personal thank you to an inspirational author and … Continue reading Runner-up in Letter Writing Competition!
A while back I recorded a version of Al Lane’s ‘The Pretty Words’ in a sinister voice. Seeing as he’s written a Halloween haiku with some fantastic imagery I couldn’t help but resurrect that voice and produce another spoken word piece. Enjoy. (Or… possibly not.) Click here to go to the link. Happy Halloween! Bwah-ha-haaa! Continue reading Al Lane’s “Fear Spiders”
An unsettling short story written in response to the prompt “in the doorway stood a familiar figure”. Continue reading Short Story: A Tantalising Prospect
This was written in about ten minutes during a Fosseway Writers workshop by horror writer Alex Davis. We picked a horror story archetype and, after discussing why they were scary, wrote a brief passage that built up to a ‘reveal’. Hope you like it! Continue reading Flash Fiction: Clowning About
My pal Al the Author has been instrumental on my blogging journey. He ‘came out’ a few years ago as a budding writer and I said “me too!” and we swapped examples of our work. He set up a blog and, in a woefully convoluted attempt to comment on it, I somehow ended up with a blog of my own (still not entirely sure how that … Continue reading Al’s Pretty Words; My Villainous Voice
Article removed for submission to a magazine. Let’s see how that goes – I’ll keep you posted! Written in response to the prompt “struggling for breath” set by the Fosseway Writers Group. Continue reading Short Story: Logic Violation
Mr Cardington glanced at the clock on the wall and realised he should have left the office a good twenty minutes ago. His fellow bridge players would be kept waiting, doubtless drumming their fingers and making jokes at his expense. He capped his fountain pen and sighed. He would have to stand them all an extra round of drinks for his tardiness. The papers on … Continue reading Late