The Man Who Murdered Himself.
A Short Story.
Cable Nash paused outside the glass frontage of the
Mrs De Runtzen's Jewels.
A Ghost Story.
One freezing, foggy night in early February, Inspector Arthur
Pablo Picasso was an Asshole.
Mother hefted the sledgehammer over her shoulder, and Dora said, ‘Every act
Dear Ken.
Have you ever written a letter to your future self? Did you
The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Six
Film Critic Sylvester Erasmus-Barrett Dies
A Report by Guardian Film Reviewer
The Shrieking Fish Chapter Five
Sylvester Erasmus-Barrett took the stairs down into the darkness, stepping with
The Shrieking Flesh Chapter Four
‘Bloody hell, can’t you get a move on? This ain’t
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,