Prose
Crazy Debbie
This is a recent short-story, just trying to have some fun after the slog of a novel. So, you know, forgive me.
The
Wood Between the World
This is the last novel I wrote (back in 2006). It's about a young transgendered anarchist forced to work in a call centre and her difficult relationship with a mentally ill sister. I have published it online in its entirety despite not being completely happy with it as I am sure you all have better things to do with your time.
The
New Black
I was lucky enough to get this story published by QueenSpark books in 2006 in the collection Alt Futures.
The
Founding of Brighton
Thanks to QueenSpark Books for publishing this curio.
The
Thief of the Universe
This is from 1999. It’s one of the more whimsical things I have
written and still has a nice sensibility about it. The story is a
magical-surrealist love story with a fairy tale structure and a slightly
lysergic narration. I have included the first section here for fun.
Stuff
I may or may not upload in the future:
Dark
Satanic Mills
Chapter One
Jerusalem, The White Horse
This is the opening passage of a symbolist novel I wrote in longhand
while travelling through Nepal and Northern India in the summer of
1997. It was a strange and doomy book about a millenarian cult of
unemployed miners springing up around a charismatic figure in the
ruins of an abandoned coal mine. Largely unsuccessful in its attempts
(I never even tried to get it published) but it has some decent moments.
The novel was fully completed and survived two drafts before being
abandoned. I have included it for the sake of completion.
The
Festival
I still think that this was a good idea, no matter what everybody
else thought (friends, publishers, agents etc). What I saw as bold
and experimental, others saw as overwrought or just plain terrible.
I don’t know. The nicest thing anybody ever said about this
was “I see what you’re trying to do here.” I still
like it anyway.
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