Tom Bray

Joined June 2021

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UK-based novelist & short-story writer.

Discover the Drift trilogy - Merging The Drift and Closing The Drift - now available on Amazon. Leaving The Drift coming soon.

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The Galaxy Thieves
Nobody can hear a scream in the vacuum of space, or so they say. Halston was unintentionally doing all he could to prove that statement incorrect as the open-top craft containing him and Zenith hurtled through dark matter, skimming the cusp of black hole after black hole, but at such velocity that they were never sucked in.
By Tom Bray2 years ago in Fiction
To Drop Or Not To Drop
“Please don’t smother me with the cacti. I’ll jump off into the ravine. I will. Even though it’ll most likely kill me. Please… Please…”
By Tom Bray2 years ago in Fiction
Roses Are Dead, Violets Are Too
“The cabin in the woods had been abandoned for years, but one night, a candle burned in the window.” “That’s not scary,” the boy said.
By Tom Bray2 years ago in Horror
Cabin 666
His life, as he knew it, was over. The second Charlie was instructed to call, he knew that by continuing and holding out he had made the biggest error of his 25 years.
By Tom Bray2 years ago in Fiction
Little Annie Garbitt
Little Annie Garbitt, walking down the street. Sounds like the start of a nursery rhyme, doesn’t it, only I don’t know any nursery rhymes that end with a brutal double homicide? Besides, I didn’t even know her name then, when I first saw her, trotting along the pavement, red ice lolly in one hand, the other lost in the grip of her mother.
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction
Cheating to Win This Macaw Contest
“Hey, Ashley.” Cam upped his pace once outside to catch up to her. “Got something to ask for your help with, you got a few minutes?”
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction
Differently the Same
Solid and spacious with bricks and mortar A maze of pipes with running water Get heat through gas And electric en masse
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Poets
The Exploding Pear Tree
“Never go near that pear tree, some of them explode, and you could lose your hands.” Thinking back that always makes me laugh, my grandma’s absurd plea for my sister and I not to encroach on the most prized feature of her back garden. She could’ve just trusted us to respect her wishes rather than concoct such an elaborate warning, but I suppose given how much we used to mess around on those long summer afternoons she had to scare us into obeying, especially considering how young we both were when she first came out with it.
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction
The Woman From Neptune
There are more deaths on Neptune by people falling through the ice of frozen ponds or lakes than anything else. That’s the parting advice I received from my travel agent friend before making the 8-day Trans-Orion shuttle voyage to the edge of our Solar System. Go any further and you’re into the black abyss, where mostly uninhabited dwarf planets yearn for colonisation, but what’s the point? We barely do enough with the existing seven that mankind has already colonised over the past millennia.
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction
Cake Before the Kill
I always eat a piece of chocolate cake before killing my next victim. You could say it’s routine now, almost superstition, as ridiculous as that sounds, but I wouldn’t dream of it any other way.
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction
My Heart-Shaped Soul
I can smell my soul - the one single, succinct thought that every last being now yearns to have. A voice asking me if I was okay was far away.
By Tom Bray3 years ago in Fiction

Tom Bray

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The Galaxy Thieves

To Drop Or Not To Drop

Roses Are Dead, Violets Are Too

Cabin 666

Little Annie Garbitt

Cheating to Win This Macaw Contest

Differently the Same

The Exploding Pear Tree

The Woman From Neptune

Cake Before the Kill

My Heart-Shaped Soul

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