It’s Spring and the wild man has come out to play! Featured in the April issue of Terror Tract, The Woodwose And His May Queen is the horrific tale of … Continue reading The Woodwose And His May Queen
A lovely reader has given my short story, Magic, its first review, and I am absolutely delighted. The star review says, Magic delivers a great dose of dark matter that … Continue reading 5 Star Review for Magic!
My story, The Woodwose And His May Queen (not yet published), explores Man’s relationship with Nature to the extent of actual metamorphosis. Not unlike these photographs in the Creators article.
“‘Treeheads,’ the fictional hybrids in Cal Redback’s darkly poetic images, are exactly what they sound like.”
Yesterday had been bookmarked for location research. St Austell, Cornwall was the destination and we set off early in the morning before the heavens opened and turned the roads to … Continue reading In the hour we killed
Another story is brewing with the help of some uninvited guests.
I thought I would share the small piece about Poseidon’s Standing Stones that I was asked to contribute by fellow writer Gregory L Norris. The story has been recently published in ‘From The Corner of Your Eye – A Cryptids Anthology’ by Great Old Ones Publishing, It’s a damn fine book which stands next to Lovecraft’s Necronomicon and Barker’s Imajica on my writing desk and features some pretty creepy tales about those creatures that exist on the edge of our consciousness. ‘Ere’s ‘wot’ I wrote:
Holidays to the coast as a kid had me searching the flat-line horizon for sea-monsters. I found none, so I imagined them. Years later, I imagined one again. I then gave her a place to live, a modest social life including friends from English legend, and of course, a leisure interest. Every monster needs a hobby. All this, I thought, ought not to stretch one’s imagination too far since individuality is embraced by the society I live in, and neighbourhoods have become extremely transient. Maybe she would live unnoticed in a town, possibly making weekly trips to the Benefits Office. Maybe she would be saddened by the lament of the gull or be comforted by the gentle shush of the sea. Maybe she would find love. Or maybe not.
And here we are. How was I to know things were going to happen as they did? After all, she is a cryptid and they’re supposed to stay hidden, aren’t they? Something about the corner of one’s eye, or is that just myth?
To explore what inspired the other authors to write about their particular beasts, please do visit Gregory L Norris’ blog.
Unable to resist the sound of the sea rolling onto the shore, Flynn has returned to Dwynllyr. But the tide had washed up a secret, which has now become part … Continue reading Poseidon’s Standing Stones