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I have 246 stories published in 12 collections on the site.
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I write these days a cacophony of genres: fantasy, sci-fi, mainstream, literary, some poetry every now and then. Novels, short stories, novellas, and whatever might fall in-between. I joined ABC Tales in May of 2014, and appreciate the forum it gives me to write and experiment, and even to include my strange little illustrations next to my work. 

You won't see a lot of my stories published anywhere else just yet, but please check out a few of these sites:

Or check out my e-book: The Price of Blood; Book One of the Golwerra Stories, available from Amazon.  Links here to my book on Amazon UK and US.

and keep watching this space...

There are also a few more stories, and a few ravings (I mean, blog entries) to be found on my website:
And check out (somebody... please... anybody) my 24-part story "These Words That Describe Melissa":

My stories

The Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (4 of 5)

“She’s dangerous,” Jodie explained. “I don’t know if I can make you understand, but she’s a threat to your brother, and she knows she is.” Simon...

The Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (3 of 5)

And then the Winter Carnival came into town. Simon was coming down hard from the high of being with Jodie. He was finding it hard to get up in the...

The Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (2 of 5)

Dirk had a job. He’d been applying for positions in half a dozen accounting firms, and today he’d gotten the letter in the mail, gold embossed, with...

The Gypsy Girl and the Accountant's Brother (1 of 5)

He saw her in the field, with the grass high, the sun rising, the dew hanging like diamonds. She was barefoot and in deep crimson, her black hair...
Gold cherry

Hard to Say Goodbye

It’s hard to say goodbye. You tell yourself you’re prepared, you’re committed. But here, now, in the garden by the fence, I’m not. Rhonda stands...