New Weird Fiction Story Published

New short story alert! Immerse yourself in the weird world of Los Suelos, an isolated town in the Californian desert, and the new multimedia project from Surface Dweller Studios. "Somewhere in the flatlands, in the shade of the Bolt Gun Hills, on the sunbaked silt of the San Joaquin, is a small town. Along the… Continue reading New Weird Fiction Story Published

The Reef

Sand, coarse and grainy, floated between the Prime Minister’s toes. Internally, he squirmed and fought the urge to head back to shore. Externally, he grinned and opened his arms to the circle of blinking red lights and microphones.“Look at this place,” he said. “This is what this country is about. The beach, the water, the… Continue reading The Reef

New Short Published

Brilliant cover art by Linus Andersson (www.artstation.com/nplillustration) I'm stoked to announce I have a new short story called 'The Shadow of Something Real' published in the latest zine from Underground Writers. It's a creepy creature tale that I foolishly set in my own bedroom. Inspired by sleepless nights spent lying on my side watching the… Continue reading New Short Published

These Uncertain Times: Part 5 of 6

Laying on his side Oscar watched the sunlight peek weakly through the slats of the venetian blinds. Beside him, facing the wall, Cara watched the waving lines of light from the same window wriggle against the bedroom cupboards. They both thought that the other one was asleep and both tried to stay quiet to keep… Continue reading These Uncertain Times: Part 5 of 6

These Uncertain Times: Part 4 of 6

Crack. A twist of sinew. I can feel. Down. My whole. Arm. My shoulder bends and slides backwards behind me. My fingers twitch but I can’t see them. I only know this because I can see them. My neck bends and slides backwards behind me. Someone is crying and I can’t see them. Someone is… Continue reading These Uncertain Times: Part 4 of 6

Sacrifice.

Martha turned the wine glass on the table then stood back and frowned. She then leant back and turned it back to its original position before smiling and stepping to the next place setting. The sound of her shoes against the floorboards echoed through the room. The house was quiet, empty and waiting. After checking… Continue reading Sacrifice.

Peter/Susan

Into the mirror of his mother’s downstairs bathroom Peter stared. Susan stared right back. Peter on one side of aluminium, glass and paint, and Susan reflected perfectly back on the other. They stared, at the pimple pulsing in the centre of Peter’s forehead. Peter raised two hands, shaking as he placed a finger on either side… Continue reading Peter/Susan

Na(I)ls

My fingernails won't stop growing won't stop growing my fingernails won't stop growing forward and backward inside my skin. They won't stop. My fingernails they're under my skin down through my elbows and into my chest my fingernails wrap around my ribs dying vines pushing through my lungs stop growing I don't know how to… Continue reading Na(I)ls

Hard Rubbish

Next to a broken set of drawers is a couch with the seat pillows missing and on top of the couch is a mattress and between the mattress and the couch is a dead body. I’m pretty sure it’s dead. The arm dangling down the side of the couch is bloodied and one of the… Continue reading Hard Rubbish

Anything You Want, You Can Have.

I check the cable ties again and frown. He’s sweating and keeps moving about so much I’m worried he’ll get loose. I’ve always trusted rope more than these stupid bits of plastic but the company won’t fork out for anything these days. ‘Superfluous and unreliable’. Idiots. I use a second tie around both his wrists… Continue reading Anything You Want, You Can Have.