She claimed that she could see the moon through her skin. Few believed her. Some had more buoyant benevolences, after all, who knew what she could do? Eseld was unlike anyone ever born to them, for she had no eyes.
The Launch
Category: Fiction
Sigh no more
(Extracted from Will at the Tower) Will rubbed the ache from his eyes. He could remember nothing of the night. The mattress beneath him was coarse and sank sharp shards into his naked back. The sunlight seared across the ceiling rebounding off the lime wash. There were no familiar scents in the air, but the … Continue reading Sigh no more
Over the Moon on the milky way
One small doorstep delivery I do not remember where I was when JFK was shot, but I do remember where I was when his pledge to put a man on the Moon ‘in this decade’ was fulfilled. I was in the lounge of a customer of my father. My father was a self-employed milkman and … Continue reading Over the Moon on the milky way
INVASION OF THE LANYARDS!
“The chances of anything coming from Mars are a million to one,” he repeated. “He’s right,” said Wendy Tyrell, the physics professor. “How can you be sure?” I asked. “Because I’ve measured the trajectory, and they’re not coming from Mars.” “Then where are they coming from?” Wendy re-positioned the telescope and invited me to look through it.
To whom it may concern
A seasonal ghost story I am well aware of the dangers of walking alone late at night. I do so by choice, frequently, most nights. This is because I cannot sleep. And I’m looking for someone. If you are tempted to walk home after the bars close my advice is always call a cab, but … Continue reading To whom it may concern
Sliced Mistletoe
A seasonal excerpt from Will at the Tower, a novel exposing William Shakespeare's secret seventeenth year.
Gothsted
WEER AWL OWTSTANDEENG NOWE Another tale from Planet Academia It all went wrong when they introduced league tables. Prior to that Planet Academia was a delightful place. It was a world where learning was an expression of the love of knowledge, and academic attainment was a badge of honour. Teachers were guides, mentors, coaches … Continue reading Gothsted
Words, pictures and surgical scars
The creative symbiosis of writing a novel without a name The idea to attempt to compose an untitled novel found momentum at The Word event at Astley Hall in Chorley, Lancashire in September 2013. Among the speakers were book designers Ned Hoste and Ed Christiano who delivered an informative session on the crafting of book … Continue reading Words, pictures and surgical scars
Untitled (Novel) Chapter One and trailer
ONE “There is one condition. I cannot tell you my name.” He inhaled the aroma of spent tobacco. “That may make things rather difficult for me.” He wrote 27th September 1956, 10.10 a.m. at the top right-hand side of the blank page of foolscap paper. “If it were easy, I wouldn’t need your help.” His … Continue reading Untitled (Novel) Chapter One and trailer
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