Deep in a desert not far from here there once rose a vast mountain. Snow always glittered from its peak, even under the blistering summer sun, and lush trees grew around the base even though it had been many years since this region last saw rain. But the most remarkable ... Continue reading Fiction: ‘The Jinn’
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Fiction: ‘The Bookshop’
She pulls the thread taught down the crease between the pages and around the spine. The book creaks as it stretches wide. She ties the string in the centre of the spine and hangs it from a small hook on the ceiling. She does this over and over until the ceiling is covered with books ...
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Fiction: ‘A Tale of Avarice – Part 4’
Sometimes a single decision can haunt us for the rest of our lives, however short a time that may be. It seems so innocent in the beginning. But then the effects transform from a tiny ripple into a gathering swell, and then finally into an all-consuming wave of destruction. As human nature dictates, we never ...
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Fiction: ‘A Tale of Avarice – Part 2’
One unremarkable night, a gentleman of the city was travelling to a neighbouring town on business. Worn from his journey and finding the hour late, Nicolas came upon a field in which to rest. He unsaddled his horse and looked around at the serene night. He’d rarely seen the stars so bright. He thought about ...
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Review: ‘How to Stop Time’ by Matt Haig
I picked this book up on a whim when the July new releases arrived at the bookshop in their crisp boxes, cushioned with packing peanuts. The title jumped out at me. The cover did not. So, on a whim, I bought it and discovered something curiously wonderful. This book is deeply human. It’s a strange ...
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Fiction: ‘The Gargoyle’
For years he had perched in the same old position, on the same old spot where the sculptor had carved him. The rain had washed away the finer details of his grotesque form and the sun had bleached the stone into a ghostly white. Hideous bat wings sprung from his hunched back, while a set ...
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Fiction: ‘Trip of a Lifetime’
The suffocating smell of incense wafts through the curtain of colourful beads hanging across the doorway. She feels ridiculous for even coming in. But it’s warm inside the little building and the glow of flickering candles is inviting. She takes a deep breath once. Twice. And then parts the beaded strings and steps into the ...
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A writer’s sentence can only be 25 to life…
For many years I’ve had a fierce love for fiction and its ability to touch upon the very themes and ideas which haunt our lives and disturb our sleep. But despite my obsession with literature, the relationship between me and my writing has often been tumultuous, even somewhat abusive. It seems that no matter how ...
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