Friday, 11 January 2019


Sam watched every day without fail.

From his vantage point Sam could see the whole street, watch every person every step of the way.

The postman always arrived by 1pm, and 28 days had passed since Sam’s insurance complaint. Sam was patient but time had run out. The Ombudsman beckoned.

Friday, 21 December 2018

50 & 100 Word Fiction

I've just added a new section on the blog for 50 & 100 word fiction, something I'm quite enjoying writing at the moment.

One of my first 50-word stories, Resolutions, has been published on 50 Word Fiction, and one of my first 100 word stories ,Doggone, is on Friday Flash Fiction. Hopefully over time I'll have more success in these challenging formats.

Tuesday, 4 December 2018

Body Parts

“You’re my cyborg doppleganger?” Robin asked. “Prove it.”

Nibor removed his shirt, revealing his extra nipple. Robin felt under his own shirt for confirmation, announcing “It’s on the wrong side.”

“My Makers didn’t flip the image before creating me,” Nibor sighed and dropped his trousers. “Ran out of ink too.”

50 words to tell a story. I figured I'd give this concept a go, especially as it fits nicely with my limited writing time. so the above was my first (un-tweaked) attempt at a 50 word story.

Saturday, 6 October 2018


Terraforming, hypothetical to Mars.
But daily we reshape the Earth, 
Our spherical home in the darkness of space.
This place is not the same as yesterday, 
Days gone by, or tomorrow.

The atmosphere, the temperature, the surface, the ecology;
All sculpted and scuppered by man’s deadly lust.
For we mistrust each other, dear brother, my brethren, my kin. 

The higher power isn’t there, 
So should we care, or, 
Just perhaps more apt, simply despair?

I have new trainers, a sharp haircut 
And my snazzy mobile phone.
Tonight I’ll watch a box-set 
(Whilst playing on my phone.)

I’m social, yet I’m not because, well, 
Who is these days?
And tomorrow the problems of the world 
Will be different or renewed,
For humans will have changed Earth once more.

Terraformed over decades to a sorry state of states.
Decay is real, not hypothetically speaking.