Cherrypicked stories

Chapter 6 Follow that cart. On the road outside, Sophrayni caught up with the cart carrying the sleep potions. She didn’t follow straight away. She...

Working on a literary novel vaguely inspired by Diane Schuler, who was a seemingly normal suburban Mom who drunk-drove with her kids the wrong way down the highway and killed them all; she had hidden longstanding alcoholism from her family for years. I was inspired by that kind of self delusion to write a similar long form story.

Joyce Setzer got to the school at ten past eight with the box on the passenger seat and the heater still not warm. The lot behind the cafeteria had...

Chapter Six. Woldscar Hall. The path to Woldscar Hall ran along the edge of the reservoir, a long stretch of dark water that made Amanderella shiver...

All the images I could find were too horrible ...

Chapter Five. A Stroll round town. Amanderella was woken at eight o’clock, just as she had asked. A young woman brought in a tray with a cup of tea...

When the lighthouse keepers left they kept a light on for the gods of such places. Beacons of the Northern Lighhouse Board, tabarnacles of Trinity...

Chapter Four. Cragglethwaite. Cragglethwaite announced itself not with a signpost, but with a sudden narrowing of the road and a sheep that refused...

He went up the field along the fence and then cut in across the rows, and by the fourth row he was running. He went over the hood of somebody's car...