16:07 Perdita held her mother’s hand, awkwardly through the thick gloves, but tight. The eye-holes above her snout restricted her view, so she relied on her mother to guide her safely. This year she was a werewolf. The cul de sac was infested with all manner of ghouls, grotesques, and ghastlies, all milling this way Read More


Another Creative Writing group prompt – we had to write 500 words and tell the story from two perspectives. You’ll notice the occisional # – when you’re done reading, scroll to the bottom for instructions, then read again!     Perspective 1 Twenty three hours. Used, neglected, forgotten, alone. # Munshifa was left splayed across Read More

Joe Chicago in the Angel’s Brothel

I was overjoyed when given the task to write up to 500 words that connect to the words Flight, Angel and Tentacle. This small excercise conjured the memory of a pulp sci fi detective chapter I’d written a couple of years back (Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel –, and made Read More


With the Creative Writing club at work, our week’s assignment was to produce written work of around 500 words relating to any 5-letter-word starting with “M”. I laughed off someone’s suggestion of “Monty” whilst debating the merits of writing a short essay on how great I am. Then I went to the Dentist, and came up with Read More

Wichtlein Nix

(This has now been adapted into a campire story here) The captain ordered the drawbridge lowered for the fourth time that night. The men obeyed. As the portcullis lifted, he took a torch from the wall; the same he had carried out with him throughout the night. The cloth of the grip was damp with Read More

Hot Air

“Out! Out! Out of the O-Zone!” shouts the man with a bottle in his hand, “Out, fucking gases! Y~ou’re not welcome, y~ou’re not welcome; y~ou’re not wel-come-a-ny-more!” “But we need gases to breathe”, I say to mummy. She picked me up from school a couple of minutes ago. She holds my hand tighter and we Read More

Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel

My NaNoWriMo 2014 submission to the ‘Joe Chicago’ project that a few bookselling friends of mine we involved in. Introducing Joe Chicago – retired PI in 2089 Detroit, in Joe Chicago and the Case of the Fallen Angel The place was white, cold, and clinical. It was a striking difference to the streets outside, thick-brown air, heavy Read More

The Death of Joe Chicago

For NaNoWriMo (National Novel Writing Month) 2014, a few friends and I decided to come up with a slew of short stories about a fictional cop from near future Detroit that we named Joe Chicago. The stories were fun and really let us flex our creativity to fit a more a trans-atlantic taste. I wrote one Read More

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