Listed below are a selection of short stories that I have written. I will upload new ones now and again and I hope you will enjoy them. Just click on the title after browsing the descriptions and you will be taken to the relevant story. I would like to hear any comments you might have on them.
Arthur Kovic's Days of Change
When I first wrote this weird little story in early 2009 I didn't imagine it would take almost nine years to find publication. It finally found a home in 2017 in #8 of Scottish science fiction anthology Shoreline of Infinity.
You can read it by following this link and purchasing the magazine in print or e-reader format.
The Right Lizard
I've been watching a lot of Fox News lately...It's everything I imagined it to be and worse.
I wrote this in a notebook in an English cafe on a cold winter's day. The idea was initially to write a story from the perspective of a ghost but I'm not sure that this is what the story ended up being about, if the character is really a ghost or if something else entirely is happening to him.
This is a little story I wrote for Halloween. It's about two people having a lovely picnic, with cheese, jam and an unnamed horror rising from the sea.
The unnamed astronaut who is the protagonist of this story popped into my head at 4:00am one morning and wouldn't go away.
So the next day I wrote his story down for him and here it is.
It's about going places and finding that you can never really come back again.
In December 2011 I set about writing a Christmas themed short story. I started it on December 10th with no idea what it was that I was going to write about and finished it on Christmas Eve having become quite attached to it. Anyway, here it is in full, I hope you enjoy it.
Please consider a donation to the homelessness charity Shelter via the link provided at the end of the story.
As part of my 2010 pilgrimage to Japan I had the pleasure of visiting the amazing Fushimi Inari-taisha shrine. This hauntingly beautiful place and the surrounding folklore of trickster fox-spirits gave me the idea for the latter day ghost story that follows. I ended up writing it in 2011 as part of a creative writing course. Here it is in full. Enjoy.
This is probably the longest short story I have uploaded to the shoebox. I wrote it on a battery powered laptop during a torrential rainstorm and power outage. When the rain cleared and the power was restored the story was finished.
I would like to dedicate it to the memory of Ray Bradbury; whose imagination was powerful enough to fill endless rainy days.
Airports have been a fixture in my life over the past five years and I began to develop a certain fascination with the contrast of emotion that exists between the arrivals lounge and the departure gates. This story, about a person who has himself become a fixture of an airport, came to me in the arrivals lounge but is, I think, actually more about departures and how we deal with them.
I sort of like graveyards. I find them calming, peaceful places, where I can go and sit and think and be certain never to be bothered. Often, they can be quite moving places too. I have one particular graveyard that is a favourite but it upsets me a little that nobody takes better care of it. There is one particular grave that upsets me more than the others. I didn't like the idea that a child’s grave should be forgotten and so I suppose I began writing this story in my head just to assure myself that this wasn't the case. I wasn't really sure what to make of the completed story, it sits somewhere between ghost story and love story with sprinklings of comic relief in between. Either way, I didn't want to abandon it when it was done so here it is, in a place I hope someone will care for it.
Written on Valentines day, although I don't remember which. This is a story from the future. It is about love and the desire to fix our mistakes.
This is a story about greed, based around real events that took place in 2007.
Post-Apocalyptia is a favourite setting of mine and makes a perfect background for short stories, which, unlike other mediums, have the liberty of minimising back-story for the sake of focussing on character. This story, featuring two likeable old souls who don’t deserve the world I’ve put them in, was probably inspired by Raymond Briggs’ wonderful graphic novel 'When the Wind Blows', although I’m fairly sure it explores a different sort of catastrophe..
This story was written and completed two days before Tumblr announced new policies on content relating to self-harm. I agree with and support these policies entirely. At the same time I also believe strongly that we should never stop questioning and reflecting upon why people choose to engage in self-destructive behaviour. The story that follows exists as such a question. It is 90% fiction. The girl on the bus is the 10% that came from reality and caused me to begin writing it. Stories, like dreams, can be ways for us to order our thoughts and deal with disturbing life encounters. This story, which emerged with the unclear symbolism of a dream, is what came from one such encounter.
This retelling of a famous piece of Rock and Roll folklore, featuring a larger than life Memphis Icon and his quest for an extraordinary sandwich has, I'm pleased to say, appeared in print in issue 8 of Novel Magazine and can be read online by clicking here.