Cherrypicked stories

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Breaking into Commercial Fiction

I've just got back from Loughborough Uni where I was attending the Writing Industries Conference. It was a great day.
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Mourners

Various aspects of dying..
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A Castrato Sings

A castrato sings...
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Colourless

What happens when you have to grow up.
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Wanderer

Little ship within a ship, one oar adrift sail furled tight as a rollup, tight as a blind that naval Dad always said he never went to sea. Rudder tilts a shade to port
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Dollhouse

I've made a teeny tiny house for two it's all we need, pin neat. I've made the sweetest little bay, a door with stained glass like you like, I hope you get it, this the sweetest thing
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A Class Act

...serious people...
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Three Poachers and a Poet in a Sequin Beret

How do conversations like this start? In five-minutes-for-the-haddock queues? Purgatory waiting rooms? A Midland Mainline delay? So that you can imagine it -
Story of the week

Watchman

First story in the Babel series. Part of the book of short stories currently being written.
Poem of the week

Ode to Tomorrow [Revised]

Today has a funny taste and it smells queer, too and I keep having to move the aerial and twiddle with the knobs. I think today must have his flies down because yesterday and tomorrow
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Ash Wednesday blog 2008

There is a certain relief to be had when things go up in smoke, and blow away on the breeze.
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Have You Ever

A footnote to eternity.
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What's in a name?

My name is McSporran. I’m Scottish. And if I had a penny for every person who said to me, on introduction, “That’s a very Scottish name, isn’t it?”, I could buy Scotland.
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If it's for me, it's for everyone

Here’s what made me think of death: taking cinder from the stove, balanced on a shovel, shaking the dust over a gravelled car bay, watching it expand from breath to mist: a cape unfurled.
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Meeting Celia

...another genre experiment...as mills and boon as you like...
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Limericks

A strapping young actor named Harris Suffered mortification in Paris When a rip in his clothes Saw his Hamlet exposed As he stabbed an old man in the arras An Eskimo, quite unconceited,
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Sex Butler

Sex Butler Gentlemen, I’ll admit The modern world’s a sordid jip Run by grubby little men who like to gloat Everywhere you turn you’re faced with some gaunt slapper’s gurn
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Clima - his romance

sandstorms come in from Sahara - edit
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Afternoon

The first thing I've written in quite some time, woven from random thoughts on a rather frustrating afternoon at work and composed in under half an hour. An experiment. Comments are appreciated.

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