I published a merry bloody book!
And now that we’ve got Halloween and Bonfire Night out of the way, I’m finally able to flog it. It’s Christmas-themed, y’see. Yes, sensible old me thought it would be a cracking idea to make my first foray into the self-publishing world with a seasonal book that folks will only ever want to buy for around 6 weeks of the year. I mean… you live and learn, right?
Merry Bloody Christmas is a multi-genre short story collection which I originally wrote and posted on this blog last year. I was reasonably chuffed with the stories then, but I knew they weren’t as polished as they could be. Not only that, but they soon got buried as I continued to post new stories and book reviews. So, I pulled them from the site, dusted them off, whipped them into shape, and published them. Continue reading “I Published a Book!”
They were bones like no others. Every single one was intricately carved with an array of pretty patterns. A mound over here had geometric designs. A mound over there had elaborate flowers and delicate leaves. More still featured tiny human figures bearing guns.
And then there was the jewellery. Bangles. Necklaces. Pendants. Rings. All of it gleamed with an off-white lustre, polished to perfection. Continue reading “Better Run | Microfiction”
“What are you doing?”
“Painting, Mummy. Look. Our house.” He points at the crooked series of shapes and blobs on the page. “And us stood outside.”
“Look at the mess.” Continue reading “Tried | Microfiction”
The Immortalists tells the stories of four siblings who, as children, visit a fortune teller who predicts the dates of their deaths. We follow them through their lives as they find themselves both consciously and subconsciously affected by the prophecies. Continue reading “The Immortalists by Chloe Benjamin | Book Review”
8 p.m. is creeping near and I’m restless. I don’t know what to do with myself. I want to pace the room and at the same time lounge on my sofa and focus really hard on not moving a muscle.
I put the telly on and flick through the channels. Boring. Boring. Depressing. Too happy. Naff. Repeat. Repeat. Another repeat. It’s all crap. Hundreds of channels and nothing to watch. Continue reading “Restless | Flash Fiction”
There was this trend kicking off all over the internet where people shared videos and photos of drivers doing the dumbest, strangest and most dangerous stuff possible while bombing full-speed down the motorway. Continue reading “Trending | Flash Fiction”
I tried to explain John Dies at the End to my husband by describing it as “The Hitckhikers Guide to The Galaxy but with horror instead of sci-fi and way more fucked up,” and I’ll stand by that statement for this review.
Continue reading “John Dies at the End by David Wong | Book Review”
“Get your glad rags on. It’s time to rock and roll!”
His eyes lit up when she told him. A good old-fashioned rock and roll night down the karaoke bar – it couldn’t be more up his street. Continue reading “But It’s Only Rock and Roll | Microfiction”
“Trick or treat!”
Mr Swinton eyes up the pair of children – dressed up in old white sheets and skeleton face masks – and crosses his arms. “I choose trick.”
The kids glance at one another, rolling their eyes behind their masks.
“You kids all expect something for nothing, don’t you? Well, impress me with a trick and maybe you can earn some sweeties.” Continue reading “Trick | Microfiction”
“Ugh, my hair doesn’t look right. I want it to be bigger, y’know? Messier. It’s all flat and thin and tidy.”
“It looks fine, stop whinging.”
“And my clothes are all wrong. They’re not all ripped and raggedy like yours. And the hollows under my eyes aren’t dark enough. And you can barely see the bullet wound in my chest. This sucks.” Continue reading “Prepare for Spooks | Microfiction”