Does that mean you don’t love me?
This is a strange story that is oddly written start to finish. Why, thank you!
Tag: story
Read “Mr Cranky”
Sci.Phi Journal were kind and published my story, Mr Cranky, in November 2016. It has now escaped from behind its paywall, and is available for your free reading pleasure, by clicking right here. A (the only) review of this story concluded with “there are some effective images and a quirky nuance or two and this […]
Accident
I am conscious of (one of) Adam Roberts‘* projects, seeking “to write a short story for every sub-genre and premise that SF has made famous; to assemble a collection in which I can try my hand at all the hackneyed old conventions …”. My reading habits of course change over time, but in my life […]
Thomas Hobbes, that funny fellow
Thomas Hobbes* said that life is nasty, brutish and short. He could have been speaking of my story, “Serial Killer Blues,” appearing in the most recent edition (volume 14) of ‘The Literary Hatchet‘. (Click on the link on the left to download the whole edition for free.) The editorial process for the story on the other […]
Big grins
I woke up on Wednesday morning to find three rejection emails waiting in my in box. Grumble grumble, oh well, do the editors all get together to co-ordinate this, grumble … Later that day, an acceptance from a magazine that had earlier asked me for some rewrites. Mood completely changed. And now, I’ve just had […]
G is for gore
“the gory horror of … David Stevens” Hey, that’s me!
Love Hurts
Love stories aren’t usually my thing, so I am thrilled to have a story – The Boulevardier – appearing in this forthcoming anthology, out on December 1st. Love the cover. Luvity luv luv luv.
At the Edge
I am very happy to have a short story of mine included in the upcoming anthology, “At the Edge“, from Paper Road Press.
Sergeant Burns
Sergeant Burns’ penultimate report (yes, there is a link there) ended up in last year’s Grapple Annual. I’m hoping he has a few more adventures left in him.
Repeating others and myself …
It has been at least a year since I quoted this here, so time to do it again: Horace Tott spent an uneventful life in Cheshire always intending to write a large book on English magic, but never quite beginning. And so he died at seventy-four, still imagining he might begin next week, or perhaps […]
Nobody is looking 