The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Four
‘Bloody hell, can’t you get a move on? This ain’t
Ken Preston
The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Three
The window frame rattled in the wind. Like a metronome, out of
The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Two
‘Clowning is a serious job,’ Herman growled, his vocal chords wrecked from
The Shrieking Flesh Chapter One
Shoulders hunched and head down against the driving rain, Arthur dashed down
Now For Something Silly.
Flash Fiction.
This here is a little silly.
The writing exercise I
The Birthday Party.
I've been reading Haruki Murakami and Chuck Palahniuk recently. And,
Lab Rats.
Flash Fiction.
I’m still exploring my family photographs and inventing peculiar
Can't You Hear Me?
‘I thought you weren’t going to come,’ she said.
He said
Moving On.
It’s been a manic few days over here in Preston Towers.
Family Holidays.
A Short Story.
We’ve all got photographs of family holidays. Children
You're My Sex Bomb.
She likes Tom Jones, says he’s retro. But then she wanders
He's Not Right in the Head.
I suppose you could think of this short story as the prequel