Matthew Batham
I love to write. I’ve written children’s novels, books for young adults, loads of horror and quirky stories which have found homes in magazines and on websites in the UK and in the States. Here a link to my latest fantasy novella.
Pushing Pause
Your soft profile blends with the pillow I watch you sleep You snore gently Like static . I know this moment is fleeting
Matthew BathamPublished 5 days ago in PoetsAutumnal
Fragile daylight Cowers from encroaching night Crouched at the edge of autumn glaze Summer scorch Has blazed its last and died
Matthew BathamPublished 6 days ago in PoetsWhat's Your Weirdest Celebrity Crush?
What’s your weirdest celebrity crush? One that made you question yourself and your taste? The strangest crush I’ve had was on a member of a boy band called Five. Nothing that unusual there you might think, except at the time I was 30 years old and barely even aware of the group until my feelings developed.
Matthew BathamPublished 12 days ago in ConfessionsWhen the Devil Moved Next Door
I was playing marbles with Lisa Perkins in the front drive and mum was hanging out washing in the back garden when the Devil moved next door.
Matthew BathamPublished 14 days ago in HorrorBitter Pill
I don’t even know why I took the pill that night. I hadn’t touched ecstasy in years, not since I’d taken three in one night and suffered a fit of intense paranoia – imagining that my mother, by then actually dead for two years, was somewhere in the club and about to stumble across me dancing topless in a huddle of similarly half-naked guys, all with eyes like black planets. Maybe it was because I’d just turned 35 and was feeling past it.
Matthew BathamPublished 16 days ago in HorrorDeath in the Morning
Hugo had hoped to spend the morning in bed reading another PG Wodehouse novel, but this morning his neighbour had decided to make as much noise as possible. Since about 8am there had been a constant cacophony of clangs and bangs, as if she – he thought it was a she who lived in the flat next door – were wrestling with the Saucepan Man from Enid Blyton’s Faraway Tree books. Several times he had settled back again the purposefully plumped pile of pillows, propped the book on his knees, which were drawn up towards his chest, but still under the plum coloured quilt, and read the first line.
Matthew BathamPublished 16 days ago in HumansThe Tower
They had been walking for weeks. Neither sure where they were heading. Neither caring. Andrew Mandrake yawned. It wasn’t unusual for a manuscript to have this effect on him, but normally he managed to get past the first sentence. To be fair to the author, David Black, it was 6pm and it had been a very long day.
Matthew BathamPublished 16 days ago in HorrorScavengers
There was something lurking beyond the next corner, something crouched behind the pile of rotting garbage, something half-dead and malformed.
Matthew BathamPublished 18 days ago in Horror
