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The Tub

The Tub

We found the tub in the wastes out back of the Kwik Fit tyre place. A dark overgrown no-man’s-land of dirt and weeds between the back gardens and spiked fences of Richmond Road, and the mountains of bare, burst or burnt-out tyres in the Kwik Fit yard…

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The Black Massive

The Black Massive

It was a banging scene, back in the day. Before Cadman came out of the shadows, touting his weird black shit.

In Memoriam

In Memoriam

All that is left are memories.

Like that time on the shingle beach at Aldeburgh. The ocean grey as slate, crests ruffled like white frosting. The thump of waves and rasp of small stones and, everywhere, the seashell roar like an endless breath.

The Face God Gave

The Face God Gave

They were somewhere between LAX and Sydney, way out over the Pacific Ocean, when the plane hit rough air.

Our Last Meal

Our Last Meal

It used to be our favourite lookout. Our hangover lookout, Sallie called it…

The Further Shore

The Further Shore

Renault was out beyond the littoral when the fear bloomed.

Drifting with the currents, he bobbed above the reef. The sun warmed his back, cast a spangled net of iridescent white on the ocean floor.

On The Line

On The Line

The toy phone shrilled and shrilled.

Mike watched his daughter from behind the Sunday paper. He’d started on the crossword, but the sound of the phone hacked at his concentration like jagged glass.

Old Growth

Old Growth

“Look, Dad,” says Mika from the back. “Look at the faces!”

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Ariadne, I Love You – audiobook

Ariadne, I Love You – audiobook

Huzzah! The top secret project is revealed!

I’m a great devourer of audiobooks, so loved every moment of making this. Thrilled it’s now out in the world.

If you like creepiness injected directly into your ears, then check out this audio extract.

Our Last Meal

Our Last Meal

It used to be our favourite lookout. Our hangover lookout, Sallie called it…

The Further Shore

The Further Shore

Renault was out beyond the littoral when the fear bloomed.

Drifting with the currents, he bobbed above the reef. The sun warmed his back, cast a spangled net of iridescent white on the ocean floor.