My short story "Second floor" has been published in the new issue of Bards & Sages Quarterly: https://www.amazon.co.uk/Bards-Sages-Quarterly-July-2017-ebook/dp/B073MLGFGK/ref=sr_1_2?ie=UTF8&qid=1498992037&sr=8-2&keywords=bards+sages

Great tome vol.4

My short story "the bad, bad luck of Judson worley" has been published in The Great Tome of Cryptids and Legendary Creatures (The Great Tome Series Book 4), out now in paperback and kindle. https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01NBKO8YE/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_FwJAybXYDP7W3

My short story "on the horn" has been published

My short story "on the horn" is in the new issue of Nebula rift magazine, out now: https://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/nebula-issues/nebula-rift-vol-04-no-09/

the great tome of fantastic and wondrous places

The Great Tome of Fantastic and Wondrous Places (The Great Tome Series Book 3) available now, featuring my short story "Fury world": https://www.amazon.co.uk/dp/B01L2V0GCM/ref=cm_sw_r_cp_apa_IPU4xbJCWM1EV

Writers of the future contest

My short story "Willy" has received an honourable mention in the L. Ron Hubbard writers of the future contest for quarter 3 2016.

My short story "second floor" has been accepted

My short story "second floor" has been accepted for publication in bards & sages quarterly magazine July 2017 issue.

My short story "Willy" has been published

My short story "Willy" about a rogue AI in deep space is in the new issue of Nebula Rift magazine, out now in Kindle / PDF format.
https://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/nebula-issues/nebula-rift-vol-04-no-07/

Excerpt from my short story "Second floor"

As the rain of a cold, dreary December afternoon pounded against the small, high window, other things came flooding back to her. Coughing and sneezing due to the dust, Eilidh flicked the light switch on and, taking in the room in greater detail, she spotted several more items that had once been dear to her. She stepped over some boxes and edged past a wardrobe to get to the far side of the room, remembering the peeling patterned wallpaper, the threadbare carpet, the musty smell, and the itchiness she had often felt after spending long spells in the room due to the dust. Subconsciously scratching at the back of her wrist, she then pulled the sheet off a large painting that rested against a sideboard; a landscape, snowy mountains, a wooden shack, a dirt track, a calm river, trees. She had loved this painting. It had featured as the background to many of her expeditions through her Grandmother's past. One thing about it had always bothered her, though, and she smiled again as she remembered. There were several small boats on the river, but the artist had, for some reason, painted one of them half way off the edge of the picture. On the one hand, she supposed that it was simply to add to the illusion of life, of a living, breathing world. But on the other, it just didn't sit quite right in Eilidh's eyes, and somehow it made her feel as though the painting was somehow incomplete, that the half-boat was an anomaly, taking away from the otherwise perfect piece.

Turning away, Eilidh almost tripped over another box that lay in the middle of the floor; the box, she now remembered, that she had been looking through last time she was here. Sitting down next to it, she began rifling through the contents, remembering this thing or that, even remembering the point where she had stopped last time. She smiled yet again, thinking how strange it was that such detail of things long forgotten can return so quickly, given the right stimuli. Not many people get the chance to return to something exactly as they left it after so long, and the experience was electric, her brain working overtime, her heart racing, sweat breaking out on her forehead, a result of the freight train that was barrelling through her mind, picking up memories along the way and thrusting them into the forefront of her consciousness.  

Upcoming bards & sages anthology part II

My short story "The bad, bad luck of Judson Worley" is due to be published in the Bards & Sages Anthology "The Great Tome of Cryptids and Legendary Creatures" due for release December 2016.

Upcoming bards & sages anthology

My short story "fury world" is due to be published in the bards & sages publishing "great tome of fantastic and wondrous places", out in September in paperback and Kindle/PDF:  http://www.bardsandsages.com/speculative_fiction/great_tome_vol_3

Author interview

Back in February I was interviewed by Fiona Mcvie from authorsinterviews.wordpress.com. You can read the full interview here: http://tinyurl.com/jlfrpuk

Excerpt from my short story "Willy"

PERSONAL LOG ENTRY (AUDIO): CMDR. DEAN WILKINS, ESF HEAVY FREIGHTER DUNDALK, 02/08/2201, 2150 HOURS
“I’m logging this information for my own personal use, as I’m having trouble keeping track of everything that’s been going on. It’s hard to explain. The implant continues to function perfectly, as far as I can tell, and any suspicions I may have had have been quelled by the ships chronometer, which is infallible. But I’ve started to notice things, just little things here and there, which don’t quite add up. For example, two days ago, I performed scheduled, routine maintenance in the hydroponic bay. I took the usual readings, cleared out the troughs, checked the nozzle heads, and took growth measurements. Nothing out of the ordinary to report. But then, yesterday, Willy sent me back into hydroponics to perform an emergency procedure - a converter in one of the wall panels had blown. I’ve told Willy many, many times that I was concerned by the condensation in the bay, and that the temperature controls were set too high, but all he says is “Commander Wilkins, everything is within normal operational parameters” etc. etc. Anyway, I knew something was off the second I walked in there. I was swatting branches out of my face just to get to the back wall, when just the day before it had been mostly clear. On a whim, I took some of the same growth measurements I had taken the previous day, and the results were puzzling to say the least. One of the tomato vines in particular was highly anomalous, having grown a full thirteen inches, in less than twenty four hours! I checked and double checked everything, the measurements, the chronometer, my implant settings, and everything checks out. But I don’t know, I’m no horticulturalist and maybe, in these extreme conditions such a growth spurt isn’t completely out of the ordinary. And if there was something going wrong with the implant and I was being kept under for extended periods, then surely I would experience extra hair and beard growth, or body odour, which I can report is not the case. So, I’ve come up with an idea. In the morning, I’m going to attempt to access the level eight secure data on the ships computer. I only have a level seven decryption tag, so it isn’t going to be easy, but if there’s one thing I’m good for it’s getting what I need out of a computer system – five years of specialised cyber security training have seen to that. So, what am I looking for? Well, this afternoon I remembered an old conversation with associate administrator King, about the subjects used in the initial testing phase of the Nebulon-AZ3 active sleep implant. His daughter Tabatha, an ESF trainee, had volunteered for the testing – under Administrator King’s encouragement, no doubt, to ensure transparency. So my thinking is that there has to be some sort of record of that testing, or at the very least a blueprint or technical manual explaining the inner workings of the device. It’s a simple case of investigation and elimination, and I’m eager to get my teeth into the history of this implant that I so hastily stuck inside my body. I hope it’s all above board, but I have a sneaking suspicion that I’m going to find a nice little piece of the puzzle hidden away in there somewhere. Wilkins out.”

My Amazon author page

Kindle editions of the issues of Efiction and Nebula Rift featuring my short stories are now up on Amazon, which means I now have an Amazon author page where all of my stuff can be found in one place: http://tinyurl.com/zeuc44b

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Excerpt from my short story "On the horn"

Dancer flipped the arm rests down and eased back into the drivers seat. He stared out of the narrow viewfinder at the sheer rock face on his left, then across the open bushland to the right, randomly dotted with boulders of various sizes, probably dropped by some ancient, retreating glacier. The blue-purple sky was getting darker with every passing second; there was maybe thirty minutes of light left at most. Drawing in a long, deep breath and exhaling slowly, Dancer grabbed his datapad. He already knew his schedule, he’d checked it every day for the last week, but now that the work cycle was coming to an end, he enjoyed looking at it all the same. Eighty six days on world, four to go. He just had to deliver this last consignment and get the roller back to the depot, then he was off on the next shuttle to orbit, and from there, the next cruiser back to Earth for two months rest. But right now, he had other things to think about. Setting down the datapad, he looked out the viewport once again, trying to spot something, anything, that was remotely familiar. Yeah, something wasn’t right. Better wake Steffens thought Dancer, grabbing the internal comms mic and, as a mischievous smile crossed his lips, cranked up the volume level in the bunk module to maximum.

“Hey Steffens, rise and shine! Better get up here! we’ve got new orders from base. Come on Steffens, I need your eyes up here on the double!”

“Jesus Dancer, you trying to give me a heart attack back here?! I’m telling you, it wasn’t funny the last time and it sure as hell isn’t funny now! Anyway, I’ve still got three hours of my rest period left, what’s so important that…”

“Hey, like I said, orders from base. They sent us a nav update a while back and…”

“Yeah yeah, spare me the details. I’ll be right up.” Then, under his breath, “ Jackass.”

“Hey, I heard that!”

“Yeah yeah… turn the damn volume down you jack… ah forget it.”

 Dancer switched off the mic, chuckling to himself. He knew he should probably stop messing with Steffens, he was bound to get him back one day. On the other hand, he was senior driver and outranked the new kid, so might as well have his fun while it lasted. Feeling satisfied with himself, Dancer had just settled down into the drivers seat once again when the roller hit something, probably one of the smaller boulders, and the vehicle bounced up in the air, coming down with a thump and almost throwing Dancer out of his seat. The auto-nav was programmed to avoid any objects large enough to cause damage to the roller, but this one must have been just outside of the parameters. Just about audible over the rumble of the engines and the crunch and grind of the huge, two hundred inch wheels, Dancer heard a loud bang and clatter from the bunk module, followed by a pained yelp from Steffens. He chuckled to himself again, bursting into uproarious laughter as the door to the bunk module opened to reveal a flustered looking Steffens, sweating and dribbling blood from a superficial head wound.

“Thanks for the heads up, genius! You knew I was up and about, least you could do is keep your eyes on the road! I mean… oh, just fuck you. Fuck you Dancer! You like that? Fuck you man!”

This only encouraged Dancer more, and it was several minutes before he managed to compose himself, by which time Steffens had settled down into the co-drivers seat.

“Ok Steffens, I’m sorry, playtime is over now, ok? Anyway, we got a problem up here I need you to take a look at. Can you keep an eye on the auto-nav readout while I try and get my bearings with the external cameras? I don’t really know how to explain it to you, but I just get the feeling that we aren’t where the nav-com says we are.”

“Yeah, no problem Dancer, but I’m telling you, I can’t deal with 

any more of your crap today…”

My short story "Fury World" has been published

My short story "Fury world" has been published in the new issue of Nebula Rift magazine, available here: http://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/nebula-issues/nebula-rift-vol-04-no-02/

Excerpt from my short story "On the horn"

“Dancer… Dancer I don’t like this. What is going on, man? It’s like you said earlier, with the rock formations, and the unbroken earth… we aren’t in the right place. Rodriguez must have overridden the sat-com, rigged it to send out a false position… I dunno, I’m no radio technician, but… ah, man, where the hell are we going?”

Dancer was silent, staring out the viewfinder. Making every effort to remain as calm as possible, he lifted the radio and, through gritted teeth, hissed “Yugo base. This is Dancer in Roller Twelve. Do you receive me. Over. I say again, Yugo base, this is Dancer. Are you receiving me? Hello? Is anybody receiving me at Yugo base? Rodriguez, Jenkins, will someone respond?”

The channel cracked and hissed, but no response came. Dancer switched to the general emergency channel, just in case there was another Roller nearby – he knew there wasn’t, but anything was worth a try now. Again, there was no response.

“Steffens, we have no choice, we are going to have to ride it out until dawn and see for ourselves where in the hell we are when the sun comes up. We’ve been off course for more than four hours, and we could easily be in unmapped territory by now. God damned company! You know buddy, the first couple of years out here were great, really great. We got all the training, all the support, all the spare parts you needed and then some. If anything went wrong, even the slightest niggle with the Roller, there’d be support vehicles despatched from multiple locations to guide you home. There weren’t any decommissioned relief bases, or comm stations with only one technician on duty. There were three men to each Roller, and they even made some of the more important runs by dropship. Now though, it’s like this whole place is falling apart. I can’t believe they actually gave me a co-driver for this run now that I think about it; I’ve been running solo out here for, oh, the last two or three work cycles. Some of the guys I joined up with back at the beginning, lifers like me, just stopped coming back after their off time back on Earth. When I tracked a couple down back home, they told me they got laid off! You’ve seen all the raw materials we’re carrying around out here, right Steffens? No way anybody should be getting laid off, this planet is an embarrassment of riches. Then they replace them with… no offence kid, but, well, you new guys just don’t get the training we got. When they first planned this expedition, we were signed up to three years training – yeah, that’s right, three years! Toughest part was the acclimatisation simulators. You see that rebreather you carry around there? Well us old timers don’t need them because we spent months cooped up in pressurized chambers, to teach our bodies to breathe the atmosphere here on 296e. But you new guys, you get six weeks training, and then get sent out here with no clue what you’re doing, unable to breathe the atmosphere, and barely getting paid enough to make coming all the way out here worthwhile! I mean, Steffens, you’re alright buddy, don’t take it personally, but I really miss some of those guys, you know? Ah hell, forget about it. Sorry to go on about it, it just gets to me. But hey, it passes the time, eh?”

“Erm, yeah, sure thing Dancer. Thanks for the history lesson. I’ve, er, got some news feeds I’d like to take a look at if you don’t mind…”

“yeah, whatever, I’ll shut up for a while. Have at it, kid.”

My short story "The bad, bad luck of Judson Worley" has been published

My short story "The bad, bad luck of Judson Worley" has been published in efiction magazine, available here: http://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/efiction-issues/efiction-vol-06-no-12/

Excerpt from my short story "Fury World"

As the planet shook, the creature stirred. It’s massive body, wrapped around the planet’s core like a dog warming it’s belly by the fire, began to expand and contract as it flexed long dormant muscles and tendons. It took stock of it’s extremities; countless tendrils, each many miles long, spread far and wide throughout the planets mantle. Their tips rested amongst underground caverns and fissures, drawing in moisture and minerals that were, for the most part, impossible for any drill to exploit, although a small percentage of the creatures appendages did come within reach of the surface. Still, it had no desire to go up there. It was cold, and barren on the surface. No, it would not travel to the edges of its world. Not unless it had no other choice.

Many years ago, they had come. They had dared to come to it’s world, to change it for their own needs, and to walk upon it as if it was their own. The first time, it had not been ready for them, and once the terra-ships had left, it seemed that their activity had become minimal. The creature, though angered, allowed them to remain. For now. If they respected it’s world, it would respect them.

Years later, the ships returned, and the creature remained idle no longer. It extended a tendril and plucked the Tau Ceti out of the sky as though it were a child’s toy, but it allowed the other ships to flee, returning to it’s eternal slumber. A warning, then.

But now, they returned a third time. Had they no value for their own lives? Was it’s world so important to them? There were other worlds, uninhabited worlds, ripe for the taking. But they chose to return here once more. It had lain here for millennia, waiting for another of it’s kind to make contact. Perhaps it was the last, it did not know. But there was one thing that it did know - It would no longer tolerate these pathetic mortals to walk upon it’s home, to change it, to pile their waste upon it, to build their structures and land their vessels. They would pay the ultimate price for their transgressions. The creature, enraged, began to dig.

My short story "Lifespan" has been published

My short story "Lifespan" has been published in the new edition of Nebula Rift magazine, available here:  http://www.fictionmagazines.com/shop/nebula-issues/nebula-rift-vol-04-no-01/