M. J. Northwood
Bio
With a good few years of professional writing experience under his belt, M.J decided that his writing was interesting enough to turn into books.
Only you can decide how wrong he was.
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Stories (5/0)
The Inspector's Questions
Polished oak. A scent that insisted upon the Passenger’s nose with such force that he was left vulnerable to the assault of all following sensations. He winced while peeling open his eyes to reveal an unmanned bar at the centre of an opulent wooden carriage, its floorboards moaning under the weight of the swaying room.
By M. J. Northwood2 years ago in Fiction
From superhero to dad
There is a brief period in the average child's life where your dad appears to be a perfect being. They can do everything that you can't. They're indestructible and make absolutely no mistakes, unlike yourself who still struggles to go doodoo in the toilet at this age.
By M. J. Northwood2 years ago in Humans
Game of Gnomes: The Necrognomicon
Bang… and other such alarming onomatopoeias had been berating Gassy Bedchambers’ ears for several hours now. The unfortunately-named, plump little gnome was lucky enough to have a sturdy shelter from the increasingly persistent storm outside. At least, that’s what he would lead any lost, weary travellers to believe. Not that he’d seen any. He’d in fact chosen this place for its dangerous isolation.
By M. J. Northwood2 years ago in Fiction
Through the Valley of Glass
“There weren’t always dragons in the Valley.” The opening to Lyanne’s script never sat right with her. She was tired of hearing it after reciting the line over and over, but it never failed to grab the attention of each new audience—not that they had much to look at, given their pitch-black surroundings.
By M. J. Northwood2 years ago in Fiction
- Top Story - June 2022
Secrets of the DragonsTop Story - June 2022
There weren’t always dragons in the Valley. Up until recently, the worst anyone had to worry about in San Fernando was paying for their ten-dollar latte or occasionally outmaneuvering a flashing homeless man. The most vicious creatures on the streets were studio executives on the hunt for growing talent with dreams ripe for the crushing.
By M. J. Northwood2 years ago in Fiction
