Wave upon wave hit the lonely shore. It was a dark perilous shore and the sea was a barren green, swimming in noxious chemicals and thick black oil. The sea was young, so very very young; it lapped at the shore, leaving a rainbow scum behind. Above it, sickly coloured clouds rolled, the sulphur fumes […]
(First published on my personal blog Snell-Pym) Today I feel like a failure, today I feel fat and not ugly so much as plain with frizzy hair and glasses. Today I looked at the things I make and think… they are all a bit naff. Today I am the failed scientist and the untrained artist, […]
In a funk, refusing to think as the world has dragged you down so deep into a fug that you ain’t ever getting back up and out of it. But there it is, on the building. THINK BIG And you laugh ‘cos you are no longer a kid and the kids are around you looking […]
They told him he could not come home until he’d mapped all the moons, it was an insane task. Did they think that just because he was mainly machine now, that he did not get bored? He supposed it made a change from sitting on the Prometheus Station but it would take him hundreds of […]
They’d built a super prison on the marsh. It hadn’t been a particularly lovely marsh, situated as it was just outside of London, but it had been home to some tiny little owls with tufts on their ears and it had once upon a time been my home. It was my origin, you could say, […]
Black was such a comforting colour when he thought about it, and it suited her making her eyes seem darker and her hair glossier, such long long hair. But mainly it covered up the gentle soak of the stomach wound, he hadn’t meant it but sometimes things just broke when he got mad with them […]
It was all a bit weird if I am honest, but I can see how it happened. Britain has a soul of old old gods and creatures, not entirely here or hidden away. It is thinly overlaid with Christianity; and when I say thinly, I mean thinly. Most of the great stone churches still pay […]
Alfie’s Triumph Alfie sat there with Sophie’s muzzle in his lap he stroked her with blue-veined hands, his skin mottled with liver spots. He was in his mothball-smelling arm chair, so old and dusty that the original colour had been faded to beige. His wife had chosen the furniture and they had been a rich […]
Oggy, Babbit and Bubba were Mary’s special friends, they went everywhere with her. In the morning Mary would wake up hugging Oggy, Babbit or bubba and would then tell them about her dreams. When daddy came into the room she would stretch up her arms and called ‘Daddy! Out! Out!’ and once in his arms […]
Freedom? Sasha opened her eyes. The darkness greeted them. The fear clutched at her chest once again; the tight in draw of breath burnt her throat. The light snapped on. ‘Sasha, I’m sorry, I forgot,’ the voice was gently pained, as it always was. She attempted to smile bravely at him, her angel, her savour. […]