The atmosphere in the boxing parlour is taut as a whip, fit to crack. Alexander stands in the ring, fists poised, knuckles bruised and bloody. His chest heaves, bare of shirt and spattered… Read More
‘Come one, come all!’ The distant cry reverberates across the muddied grass as a straggling crowd moves toward the mouldering yellow and green stripes of the big top at the centre of the… Read More
Silken, sly and deft as a cephalopod in a glass maze, it sneaks tendrils through the cracks. Wispy as smoke, with that same fluid congruence, those sneaking filaments flutter in cosmic breezes it… Read More
This past weekend I finally took the plunge and popped my con cherry at AltFiction. Re-locating this year from Derby to Leicester, under the management of the mighty Adele (@Hagelrat of twitter &… Read More
‘What?’ snaps Margo, gaping at Rolf, her cat-green eyes swirling wells of anger, shock, dismay. Rolf licks his lips. ‘The second Moe stepped into this room with this letter we were removed from… Read More
The note from Andreus unfolds in Rolf’s hand along well-worn lines of creasing, elegant as a fan. Margo and Moe see only the object; soft cream paper, made tan at the edges by… Read More
The formation of nuns sweeps in low. Behind them the storm gathers, a bridal train of dark fury. The seven Sisters circle the bandits and a sweeping veil of storm traps them, like… Read More
Recently I had a minor naval gazing dilemma stroke drama. I was reading other writers’ work and bemoaning what I saw as the vast echoing chasm of difference between how they tortured their… Read More
Bandits roar down the hillside, spew dust out behind, a yellow smog. Choke leans forward over the handlebars, grins around the stub of his stogie. The charm from the gypsy bangs against the… Read More
Rolf dips and sways to the music, plots extravagant orbits about the floor. A dizzying display. Twirls the foul creature in his arms. Tries not to look through the gauzy purple of her… Read More
