Accompanied by a reading of The Thing Behind The Mirror (Or Vegan bots from outer space) – by Pixie Willo, you can find it here.
Good news for those of you with strong constitutions and iron kneecaps!
My story, The House of Jack’s Girls, has been published in PseudoPod issue 616. PseudoPod is a podcast and written e-zine of short horror stories, featuring both spoken and text versions of each story. This issue contains two others apart from mine, and all for the perfectly reasonable price of not a single cent!
If you like my work, you’ll be interested to know that I’m running a bit of an experiment over at Curious Fictions. Curious Fictions is a website offering readers works by established authors: for a small monthly subscription, you can access works by hundreds of authors including exclusive, subscriber-only stories and newsletters.
So far, I’ve uploaded four stories that you can read for free, plus the first monthly subscriber-only post, including another story. The subscriber-only posts, featuring stories, writing ephemera, and some of the works and snippets that have never seen the light of public ridicule, will be going up on the 1st of every month.
Right now, however, you can read the following just for the price of turning up to have a look:
- At The End There Was a Man — first published in Anywhere But Earth, Coeur de Lion Press.
- The Emperor of Moscow — first published in Europa Universalis: What If?, Paradox Books
- A Suitable Level of Reward — first published in Canary Press, and
- The Daughters of John Anglicus — first published in Crusader Kings II: Tales of Treachery, Paradox Books
So head on over, have a read, and if you’d like to support this experiment, and get a monthly dose of cool stuff as well as access to hundreds of stories by hundreds of excellent and talented authors, consider popping down a buck or two.
On a whim, I entered a competition for 50-word short stories last week. I didn’t win, so I thought you might like a little bonus reading for your day: here are my entries, for your reading pleasure.
The fences were electrified. Designed to keep us from the world. Topped by razors. Patrolled by wolves. Governed by black eyes. Grass stopped at their edges. Water refused to flow. Inside, damnation. Outside, gun barrels. I closed my eyes. I gripped the wires. I burned. I climbed. I flew.
Mother calls. We answer, our voices muffled. We strayed from sight, and it is late. Home promises warmth, and rest, and love. We have strayed, and cannot find our way. Mother calls. We answer. The earth is cold. It fills our mouths and eyes. Mother calls, and calls, and calls.
THE ASSASSIN’S BENEDICTION
The bullet changes everything. You hear it before you feel it: a whistle that nature has never produced. Then a punch that turns the world upside down. And she’s gone. Your love. Exorcised. Nothing is ever the same. Your life is a ghost. That is my gift to you. Knowledge.
It’s getting towards the end of the day. The Blu-Ray pile has Snowpiercer and two Quatermass movies, freshly purchased, waiting to be unwrapped and watched. The beer is in the fridge. I’m about to start putting together the special dinner platter for Luscious and I that marks the point where I wish you all a Merry Christmas and book the hell out until the other side of the festivities.
So, before I go, to say thanks for popping in every now and again and reading my bewildering blether, have a short story on me. It’s not even remotely festive.
Enjoy, Merry Christmas, and see you on the other side.