Archive for March, 2008

Frost and Bone

A quickie written on scraps of paper at work.

At first it had surprised me how quickly we had let go of our interests in killing each other after the crash, but the simple fact was that we needed each other to survive in this frozen place. There weren’t any food supplies on the plane […]

War Slut

Another Bizarro publication from the author of Baby Jesus Buttplug and Satan Burger, which I have but haven’t gotten around to reading yet.
Everyone  in the world is either drafted or a draft dodger, and the world-wide war is between those two groups.  A collection of drafter soldiers are somewhere snowy and they loose their sex-bot, […]

Spring, now spelt with sheep

Farmer David Kennard has some insanely smart sheep dogs, and too much time on his hands. I want to see this combined with sky writing as a new kind of back and forth communication.

Stupid Things I’ve Done

Inspired by Anthony’s list on the blueblog, I’ve compiled my own.
5. Took myself out of the high end maths exam (STATs, I think?) because I didn’t believe I could do it, then ended up getting surprisingly good marks in the second tier one. I’d have gotten an A if I’d taken the high one.
4. […]

The first short story collection is born… Sort of… In the breach position, anyway.

 
Since bluechrome are accepting s.s. collection submissions next month, I figured it was about time I started organising my pile of writing and looking at assembling it in some fashion.  Currently it stands at 40K in three sections:
Short Stories - The 3K - 8K stories
Bang Bang   - The flash fiction and pieces less than […]

Oh sod it…

I put a writing-type post here recently.  Now I seek happiness and sarcasm.

Last Outfit

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I watch people die nearly every week, if I’m lucky anyway. Sometimes it’s two or three times a week, but during the holidays the numbers go up which evens out the average. Just off the middle seems to be the best place to sit and wait, right between two blue signs asking […]

Sexy Bat

A cross between Batman’s broodiness and James Bond’s sexiness.
… No, I don’t have a thing for bats.  Just look at those ‘come get me with your sonar, gnarh’ eyes.

Warren Ellis Told Me To Do It

People’s forearms can tell you so much about them.

Short Story Conference

Last year, I pitched a rough idea for a paper for the Short Story Conference held annually in Liverpool in May.  The wrote back asking for a full abstract.  I panicked and pretended I never received the email, then got called a numpty by my Field Chair.  So this year, I’ve been a touch braver […]