Hugh Jackman

“Name?” “Errr Jack.” “Jack, eh? Good choice of name, very popular.” “Yes I thought so too.” “Surname?” “Well I want to blend in, you know. Make everyone think that I’m a human and not a bot.” “Yes very good, can’t have anyone finding out about us, it would put our entire operation at risk!” “Exactly,…

Autumn

A white dog bounds through piles of crusty leaves. They drop like snow from knobbly branches high in the horse chestnut trees that circle the entire village green; a barrier for the wind, shade for the walkers, a home for the birds and insects. The branches shudder violently, swaying back and forth and back and…

Flash!

“There it is again! A flash! Did you see it?” “See what? There’s nothing there.” “I’m telling you Mike, there’s someone there, in the window across the street. It’s a flash, a camera flash, someone has been taking photos! How can you not have seen it?” “Nonsense, why would anybody be stalking you of all…

Book Review: The Perks of Being a Wallflower

I have a bad habit of spoiling stories for people, I don’t mean to do it, sometimes things just slip out. In my head, the things I say don’t seem like spoilers to me: a small detail about a character or something that happens within the first few moments of a book. These things seem…

The Black Dog

The salt of the cold winter sea air was coating Bangor pier. You could not breathe without wincing at the sting of each inhalation. The sun was already beginning to set, filling the Menai Straits with burning orange light, like a sea of fire. The wind was relentless. The rain was unyielding. The wood was…

Yolk

“Yolk! I’ve struck yolk!” I call out to the rest of the kitchen. A fountain of gloopy golden ooze erupts from the cracked surface. It coats me head to toe, filling my ears and nostrils with the sweet nectar. Toby climbs the shell, bucket in hand. “We’ve hit the motherload baby! We’re gonna be rich…

Writing exercise: 28/02/19

The exercise was to tell a well known news story, story or joke in the voice of one of the following: A 7 year old irish peasant child in 1850 A celebrated Scottish poet in 1780 An imperial Concubian in the forbidden city of the Ming dynasty in 1450 A first year Brookes student in…

In the works

I’m currently writing a story for the latest Didcot Writers anthology. The theme is first contact, so the obvious choice for me is to try and write some science fiction. Already having a lot of fun writing it! I took a small break from writing over the Christmas period as I awaited feedback from my…

5:17 on a Friday

“And now for Sally with the traffic,” “Thanks Johnny, and yes there is an awful lot of traffic building up on the A34, we’re getting reports of a fatal traffic collision involving a motorbike and lorry. Expect delays of up 2 hours as they’ve had to close one lane due to the debris. We’ll get…

An Unwanted Encounter in an Elevator

“Hold the door!” Lily made no attempt to stop the doors from closing. The Man however, made it just in time and stuck his size 12 boot into the closing gap at the last possible second. “Close one eh lass?” The Man chuckled to himself as he straightened his fedora and tucked his shirt deep…