Fiction writer, explore the rivers of magik with me. Published author, poet and thinker.
The Jungle Cruise Review
A Triumph! The short read A magnificent triumph of a family adventure film, fast paced, stella performances, and rewarding fun throughout. It’s been compared to Indiana Jones, and rightly so but with a modern Disney vibe that shines throughout. Scary in small measure, it delivers above its weight.
The Beams of Confinement
Delphin woke, all was black as pitch. She couldn’t place where she should be. The air was scented strong, cow shit, overpowering. She was lying on her back, she could feel a hardness beneath her. Her head rested on a course cloth, filled with something soft and hard in places, not feather, straw perhaps.
Journal Episode 3 - Writing
What a fortnight it has been here on vocal. My writing journey has accelerated. I have spent the last week working on my Dystopian Sci Fi short story ‘Earther, Banger, Scrubber.’ I began it in order to enter the Doomsday challenge, launching the Fiction Community.
Earther, Banger, Scrubber
The Paths Trell breathed air through her suc. A small plastic disc she sucked between her teeth, her lips creating a seal to its specially constructed shell. You could not live out here without one. To breathe the carbon dioxide rich air was death. She crested the cracked permacrete slope, perfectly balanced on her feet, her sythn boots gripping better than her feet alone ever could, and launched herself feet first into a controlled slide down the curving path. She felt the thrill of the acceleration, her synth pants and jacket fixing her to the glide of the path as her boots had done, her eyes honed on the twists ahead trusting the sythn to hold her as it had always done. She would ride the path, to fall was death. Her path was three metres wide, she had space to lean into and glide out of the twisting curves.
Hobby fulfills me
So it turns out that geek is cool now. Not Big Bang Theory cool, it’s surpassed that high. We are into a new stratosphere, one where Marvel and DC hang out. One where streamers and gamers are the new media. One where D&D is mainstream again. It’s great to be part of such a resurgence. My inner drive to write and to create mix well with my interests in games and fantasy and sci fi stories and worlds. How do I express these interests, bridging fun and work?
I was petrified. Frozen and floating lost in the mist. All these feelings all at once. This was the first time I remember recognising how out of place in this world I was. Lost floating in a mist of confusion, of newness, of nothing quite fitting with what I knew or what I expected. Yet I was in a perfectly everyday situation. At least for everyone else.
The Tree Feller
It was the afternoon, hot like summer had come already. Janis thought on the news as she walked. She passed a pile of sawdust strewn across the path and roadway with a stump where a tree had been. Who was this terrible tree-feller, this stalker of proud oak and wizened birch, this night terror who walks among us.
So summer has burst upon us like a hot flush, all reddy cheeks pinched by great aunts too old to halt. We are basking in the warmth, here in the surrey suburbs. Birds are chirping, calling to us, telling us the news, our nine months of long lockdown are at an end. The world is awakening.