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.

Guybrush Sketch

Oh, Guybrush!

I was busy doodling this back in college.

See it.

Guybrush Sketch

Oh, Guybrush!

I was busy doodling this back in college.

See it.

Nemo and his book.

A Helping Heart

Is our generation more callous towards the unfortunate than our forefathers? Are we choosing our heads over our hearts?

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Nemo and his book.

A Helping Heart

Is our generation more callous towards the unfortunate than our forefathers? Are we choosing our heads over our hearts?

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

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

Aggie The Wonderous Airship

A Steampunk Farce

The obnoxious little prick that was the voice of the blasted metal plate he had to have inserted into his head so it didn’t fall apart like a cracked egg and ooze little brain bits out sounded like a ponce. Quoted Shakespeare all the bloody time, in fact. If he didn’t go mad with the near-constant cranial yammering, he would after hearing another sonnet to a summer girl-that-was-actually-a-boy.

Written for Chuck Wendig’s sub genre mash-up challenge. Read More

Aggie The Wonderous Airship

A Steampunk Farce

The obnoxious little prick that was the voice of the blasted metal plate he had to have inserted into his head so it didn’t fall apart like a cracked egg and ooze little brain bits out sounded like a ponce. Quoted Shakespeare all the bloody time, in fact. If he didn’t go mad with the near-constant cranial yammering, he would after hearing another sonnet to a summer girl-that-was-actually-a-boy.

Written for Chuck Wendig’s sub genre mash-up challenge. Read More