Writing Archive

  • Careless Talk. It’s not what I wanted.

    Careless Talk. It’s not what I wanted.

    Here’s a strange thing. I have a manuscript, some 40,000 words, that I was working on until early last year. It started out as rather a nice short story – very sinister, very nasty. Due to an approaching shitstorm in my life, it started to...

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  • Haiku

    Haiku

    Sleeping so soundly Softly smiling, holding tight Your arms around me.

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  • Twelve

    Twelve

    Here, at the end of everything, the sun never sets. The ocean meets the land with perpetual violence. Her constant assault increases her territory, inch by inch, century by century. Etude stood on the very brink of the world, two hundred feet above the raging...

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  • Sticky Bits

    Sticky Bits

    There’s nothing more alarming than walking down the street minding ones own business only to find oneself caught in the middle of a hole-storm. I huddled in the doorway of a dingy looking greengrocer and shivered as millions of tiny holes hurtled earthward, making little...

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  • The Survivors’ Club

    The Survivors’ Club

    I’ve had a few requests for this in an offline readable format, so here you are. Typeset in LaTeX and provided in lovely printable PDF. This will also display fine in most ebook readers. Download The Survivors’ Club The Survivors’ Club by John Dow is...

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  • Finding Jesus in my soup

    Finding Jesus in my soup

    David stared into the bowl of soup where the face of Jesus had materialised and wondered why The Man looked so much like a serial killer. “I mean, if you’re the Son of God you can look like anyone, right?” The face widened its eyes...

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  • The Survivors Club

    The Survivors Club

    So, this pneumatic blonde practically leaps at me as I walk into the hotel function suite. She’s waving her arms and squealing an introduction in a high-pitched nasal whine. I have to stifle a snigger as she tells me her name is Candy. She’s like...

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  • Triad

    Triad

    Triad i. Chrissy Dances And the waves lap gently at the sand, pushing it up and pulling it back, undecided on whether they should stay or go but nevertheless forced into constant motion by the irresistible pull of the moon. Chrissy sits and waits on...

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  • More on Writing

    More on Writing

    So, I’m writing again, which is good. I’m in the right kind of mental position to do a half decent job of it, so I’m happy with that. But it really is slow-going. Careless Talk is real-world dark fantasy – which is to say that...

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  • Writing

    Writing

    I haven’t been. I’ve let my novel slip horribly due to all the stupid but necessary wrangles that have been going on in my life. But things are calming down a little now. An excerpt of the first chapter was read out last night, and...

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