Would you survive?

gasmask-2142459_960_720 (2)There was a guy who worked at my local supermarket who never said a word. I always thought that he would have a really interesting story.

Sadly, both he and the local supermarket have long gone so I can’t ask him. What I did instead was write a story about how I thought his first day at a new job would be in the aftermath of a zombie apocalypse.

Not so hard, right? Except that the zombie infection only takes super healthy people: the ones who get up at 4am to cross-train for two hours before refuelling with a kale, quinoa and protein booster smoothie. The ones who get to the gym twice a day and run ultramarathons. Can you imagine zombies with that level of fitness? If you can and you’d like to read about it, my story, ‘The Zoo of All Things’ will feature in the After the Rebirth anthology brought out by TANSTAAFL press in April this year. Would you survive the rebirth?

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Play Things & Past Times

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For some, childhood is a rosy memory, filled with sunshine and daisy chains.  For me, childhood is a murkier thing, with large, booming characters, unspoken mysteries and shifting shadows in the corner of the eye.

‘The Pontianak’s Doll’ is a little short horror story I wrote, looking back through my own childhood and capturing some of those feelings and moments.  I’m very excited to say that it has been published in the Play Things and Past Times anthology by KnightWatch Press and is now available through Amazon or via the KnightWatch Press site.

 

 

 

 

 

Parents: Bless Their Cotton Socks

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It’s taken a good while for my parents to get their heads around the fact that their child (who has two degrees in psychology) is a writer. The fact that I write horror is going to take a little bit longer. But bless my folks, they try their hardest, they really do.

At a recent, typically noisy family dinner, I told my dad that I had sold a short story to a British publisher. I thought nothing more of this conversation until the next day – when my mum, who was at the same dinner and had been given the same news – rang, brimming with excitement.

Mum: “Dad says you’ve published a book!”

Me (laughing): “No, Mum, I sold a short story for an anthology.”

Mum: “Oh. Well, that’s still exciting! Is it children’s stories?”

Note – Mum is still holding out hope that I’ll be the next Roald Dahl and is conflicted by the fact that I haven’t written the new Charlie and the Chocolate Factory.

Me: “Uh, no, it’s horror.”

Mum: “Oh.” Pause. “Isn’t that interesting?”

Me: “It’s based on a Malaysian myth.”

Mum: “Isn’t that interesting?”

Me: “It’ll be launched in October this year.”

Mum: “We’ll have to buy a copy and have a read!”

Now that will be interesting. One day, my folks will read something I’ve written. It will be horrifying for both parties, I’m sure. They’ll be aghast and more than a little bewildered, but bless their cotton socks, I hope they’ll be proud.

Postscript: My folks came over for dinner tonight and my dad asked me how I was going with my ‘essay-thing’.  I could only laugh and tell him I was expecting the contract soon.