Short Stories:

Short stories are the bread and butter of new authors.  I have yet to have one published but I hope that one day soon some magazine will decide to give me a chance and print one of my ideas. I focus on writing science fiction and experimental fiction for the young adult market. I like turning complex ideas and emotions into easy to read fiction stories.

Many of the short stories I’ve written are out to publishers waiting for a reply; if I get a rejection I will post it here, if I get an acceptance I will post a snippet and a link to where it was published.

Here is  a list of all my failed attempts at brilliance, love or scorn them as you choose.


The Chicken

The Chicken


I don’t always write poetry, but when I do it’s weird. This poem is the result of too much time reading Freud, probably mixed with quite a bit of end-of-term stress.

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Free Will

Free Will


This is a short play I wrote about the nature of free will and the debate surrounding it. Centres around a young man and his friend sitting together in a coffee shop, the young man is trying to remember his solution to ‘the problem of free will.’

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Dog Sitter

The Dog Sitter


“I feel like a bag of smashed assholes,” I mumble to myself as I pile through the front door of my apartment, haphazardly shedding my coat, shoes, and backpack into a pile behind the door. My phone starts vibrating in my pocket, I clumsily fish it out.

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Irrational

Irrational


The number nine bus, packed full of students eager to get home, pulls into the bus lane at Lion’s Park train station. Most of the passengers disembark to catch the train and I’m left alone on the bus with the driver and a young blond girl reading an over-sized novel – probably an assigned reading for some stodgy literature class. The book looks ridiculous in her tiny hands; she needs both to hold it steady.

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They're Going to Hear You

They’re Going to Hear You – Part 3


After the unexpected detection of the impossible Nova congress was forced to give me all the funding I asked for. They didn’t accept that we were under attack, but they were willing to accept the possibility that we might be in danger. I was tasked with finding proof of an invasion. I forgave Nora her indiscretion and kept her as my assistant. It’s hard to find help and I didn’t have time to train someone else.

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They're Going to Hear You

They’re Going to Hear You – Part 2


No one believed me. I lobbied congress, I spoke to the news. No matter where I went it was like I was following behind something purpose built to destroy my credibility. The message was too absurd, too impossible for anyone to believe. No one wanted to accept the reality: the stars had spoken. No one was interested in what they had said.

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They're Going to Hear You

They’re Going to Hear You – Part 1


“They’re going to defund us Jim.” My research assistant Nora says in her typically deadpan fashion.

“First the shuttle program and now SETI? Has the whole world stopped caring?” I reply. “When did science go out of style?”

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Sticks and Stones - A Short Story about the Apocalypse

Sticks and Stones – A Short Story About the Apocalypse – Part 2


“Carl, wake up!”
The sound of Mike’s strained voice brought me back to reality, painfully. My hands were tied behind my back and my legs had been drawn up behind my back as far as they would go. The pain was incredible. I opened my eyes but the dim light of dusk was unbearable. I closed my eyes and groaned.

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Sticks and Stones - A Short Story about the Apocalypse

Sticks and Stones – A Short Story About the Apocalypse – Part 1


No one knows how the last war started, or why the world’s nations had decided to destroy each other. The televisions and radios had been destroyed by the EMP’s the bomb’s put out and at this point figuring out exactly what had happened isn’t important.

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My Pink World – Short Story


I’m not sure if today is the hottest it’s ever been or if this place is starting to crack me up. The heat always seems to come from everywhere at once; there is no more or no less of it anywhere in my eight by ten foot world.

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