This is an archive of the works I posted on Fiction Press from 2005 through 2012 (plus a limerick I wrote much earlier than that). I'm an older and wiser man now, old enough to know that most of these aren't terrible considering the author's experience, and wise enough to know better than to apologize for said author's youth. Enjoy.
Experiments in form and style.
(106 words, poetry, 2012)
A description of my writing method, originally for the benefit of my baby sister.
(1439 words, nonfiction, 2011)
I was aping Dunsany.
(366 words, prose poem, 2011)
Not for them the blazing colours of day and sunshine, but the unsullied clarity of stars and moon.
(253 words, prose poem, 2011)
The machine operates on time, and here where there is no time it is nothing other than a lump of a rather interesting carbon fabric, it does not even hum. I cannot return to time.
(1336 words, fiction, 2011)
A collection of short essays and personal pieces regarding my thoughts on certain authors.
(1807 words, nonfiction, personal, 2009-2011)
I've always loved power outages.
(95 words, poetry, 2011)
A fragment.
(68 words, scraps, 2010)
Absolute blackness. Darkness which can itself be seen, and through which nothing else can be seen.".
(205 words, prose poem, 2010)
He came from the Woods, the twilit Woods at the edge of What Is. He came to the cities and told tales of the Wood from which he came."
(346 words, fiction, 2010)
"Best viewed in a serif font such as Perpetua or Sylfaen" according to past me.
(51 words, poetry, 2010)
A tale with no moral.
(432 words, fiction, 2010)
A self-referential poem about the writing process.
(67 words, poetry, 2010)
A short tragic poem. A decade later, I can look back and see that writing this was part of the lengthy process by which I eventually realised that there's a term for how I was feeling and that term is "gay", which is neither here nor there.
(47 words, poetry, 2010)
A spot of tragedy.
(151 words, fiction, 2010)
A few lofty lines.
(59 words, poetry, 2010)
A collection of single sentences that I really liked but didn't have any homes to give them.
(392 words, scraps, 2010)
Raymond Wighte's dreams have inexplicably stopped. The first part of a projected novella.
(759 words, fiction, 2009)
Theodwita is an Anglo-Saxon word meaning a wise man or loremaster.
(100 words, poetry, 2009)
The glorious doings of a mighty penguin. Some of my finer work in the lolrandom school.
A glorious battle scene.
(164 words, fiction, humour, 2009)
Alliterative verse.
(77 words, poetry, humour, 2009)
Narrated by his human friend. A spork is involved.
(724 words, fiction, humour, 2009)
A man meets a forest spirit.
(565 words, fiction, 2009)
This one was an experiment in tone and subject, my intent was to write a character I had nothing in common with.
(915 words, fiction, 2009)
A start to what should have been a novel. A young man from the eighteenth century meets his sister from the twentieth.
(2027 words, fiction, 2009)
A death scene. Originally written for the Livejournal group notemeetsletter; the prompt was Dimmu Borgir's Perfection or Vanity.
(259 words, fiction, 2009)
My translation of a short passage from Beowulf.
(226 words, translation, 2009)
Self-referential silliness.
(52 words, fiction, humour, 2009)
Utter lolrandom.
(71 words, fiction, humor, 2009)
An experiment in style.
(84 words, fiction, 2008)
A self-aware cliché.
(301 words, fiction, humor, 2008)
A pie recipe, written in the style of the time.
(754 words, nonfiction, humour, 2007)
A fight scene in a heroic style.
(422 words, fiction, 2007)
The word geardagum shows up in the first line of Beowulf where it's usually translated as something like "days of yore". I used to sit in the campus library having feelings about that instead of doing my homework.
(256 words, poetry, 2007)
H. P. Lovecraft parody.
(999 words, fiction, humour, 2007)
Several dozen words of lolrandom, you know you want to click it.
(74 words, fiction, humour, 2007)
"My couch eats all my stuff," said the fiction press summary. My roommate was in hysterics over this one.
(264 words, fiction, humour, 2007)
The pinnacle of humour for the internet circa 2007.
(136 words, fiction, humour, 2007)
A spot of silliness, epic flavoured this time.
(135 words, fiction, humour, 2007)
Staying up too late is just nice.
(290 words, poetry, 2007)
This was supposed to be just be more lolrandom, but it turned out rather lovely. I remember having the Coat Aria from La Bohème in mind when I wrote it.
(129 words, poetry, 2007)
A pretty bit of silliness.... Didn't we all drink energy drinks from stemware circa 2007?
(214 words, poetry, 2007)
H. P Lovecraft parody.
(132 words, fiction, humour, 2006)
Amusing doggerel. This was an expression of my frustration with bad English Language haiku which are all syllable count and no substance.
(190 words, poetry, humour, 2005)
A spot of parody.
(158 words, fiction, humour, 2005)
A short story of a young monk's internet use.
(572 words, fiction, 2005)
The opening section of a novel-length fantasy which I definitely did not finish. This (or the novel in my head it could have become) is the origin of my name.
(1436 words, fiction, 2005)
A little limerick I wrote in my youth. It still delights me.
(30 words, poetry, humour, circa 1999)