Other Works
Dandelion Years
Flash fiction is a unique form of literature that allows us to traverse portals and dimensions in mere thousand words or fewer. My story, Cast Iron which I'm thrilled made the Bath Flash Fiction long list, is a close look at what binds us to our personal worlds, and the things we chain ourselves to.
The Bath Flash Fiction Award judges said:
“The long list provided excellent examples of how stories can start and how they can grip a reader through conflict, through character, through precise and beautiful language.”
~Tommy Dean, writer, editor and teacher from the US.
The Empress of Death
In the Empress of Death, I explore ancient horrors visited upon us by the gods of death and destruction, and a maiden carrying a deadly curse, who, along with her thousand companions, was banished into the catacombs beneath a mountain.
I've always been fascinated by what constitutes horror. Is it the evil that visits us? Is it a physical phenomenon we shudder away from?
Or is it in our own heads?
My Starbucks Name
“What's in a name? That which we call a rose by any other name would smell just as sweet.” This line in William Shakespeare's play Romeo and Juliet, asks us to consider the irrelevance of names.
But what about the association we make with our own names? It was when I once stood at a Starbucks and I was asked my name to write down on their trademark cup that I first thought about it.
When I wrote My Starbucks Name, it was to delve into our identity, a subject which has always fascinated me. That which we go by and that which others think we go by.
The next time you hear your name called out by a barista at a crowded Starbucks, I hope you will think about it, and this little story.