Category Archives: Output

Any fiction I produce goes in here.

The Little Green Shoe

A Story For Halloween

Happy Halloween, everyone! Here’s a story to entertain you – unfortunately, so as to not miss the party, the prose is rather under-dressed. Call it nihilism and delve in.

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The Little Green Shoe

A Story For Halloween

Happy Halloween, everyone! Here’s a story to entertain you – unfortunately, so as to not miss the party, the prose is rather under-dressed. Call it nihilism and delve in.

One does not simply hack into Mordor

Bill and Schmidt: The First Matrix Avenger Assassins

I’m having trouble coming up with something original, so I take a pot-shot at some popular movies instead. See how many you can find.

One does not simply hack into Mordor

Bill and Schmidt: The First Matrix Avenger Assassins

I’m having trouble coming up with something original, so I take a pot-shot at some popular movies instead. See how many you can find.

Death Camp, An MOD Story

My very first short story submission was to the Machine of Death anthology, Vol. 2.

Click here to read it.

Death Camp, An MOD Story

My very first short story submission was to the Machine of Death anthology, Vol. 2.

Click here to read it.

Oops! I done a bad.

An Unconventional Apocalypse

A small piece of farce in memory of Douglas Adams – how do you think the world will really end?

Click to find out what I think.

Oops! I done a bad.

An Unconventional Apocalypse

A small piece of farce in memory of Douglas Adams – how do you think the world will really end?

Click to find out what I think.

It's just a story. Right?

Please No

It comes to me at midnight, a small bundle that looks like it’s made of black smoke. It surrounds me and somehow enters my mind, my soul, whatever you want to call it. And it starts sucking.

Dark flash fiction. Read More

It's just a story. Right?

Please No

It comes to me at midnight, a small bundle that looks like it’s made of black smoke. It surrounds me and somehow enters my mind, my soul, whatever you want to call it. And it starts sucking.

Dark flash fiction. Read More

Declaration Of Independence

The Price Of Freedom

The captain of the Liberty was floating three feet above the deck, held in the invisible grip of something glinting in the sunshine, slowly choking him to death. The crew was paralysed with an inexplicable fear for their souls. Written for Chuck Wendig’s 4th of July challenge. Read More

Declaration Of Independence

The Price Of Freedom

The captain of the Liberty was floating three feet above the deck, held in the invisible grip of something glinting in the sunshine, slowly choking him to death. The crew was paralysed with an inexplicable fear for their souls. Written for Chuck Wendig’s 4th of July challenge. Read More