It’s OK to be quiet It’s OK to take the time you need for yourself away from the shouting world It’s OK to move to the quiet, low-rent town where old ladies stop in the street to talk to you It’s OK to

Over the past year and a half I've really got into my writing. Finally I have one out. It's called The Foreign Desk. It follows the adventures of bumbling journalist Henry Henderson. As the foreign

Over the past few months I've been working non-stop on a new book - The Phantom Of The Seas. It's the tale of a ghost cruise ship of damned pensioners, who are taken on a fantamological journey to

It was all a bad dream. The whole thing. The whole wretched thing, Bertie thought as he laid through what could have been the early hours, or may have been the middle of the day. It was impossible to tell

Richard Mayonnaise was your average American Dad. His smart suit matched his smart red car and he was the neighborhood's favourite insurance salesman. His children were well-behaved and always picked for

I'm getting back into the habit of writing every day with the aim of an entertaining fantasy book in a month or so. Please read, upvote and enjoy! If you have feedback or comments for improvement, please

Over the past few years, my Dad @tonyc has been making these wonderful handcrafted pens. He always used to be interested in woodworking, then having me and my siblings got in the way. But since we've grown

The triple decker train pulled into the Joker Central terminal. Times were changing in his country. Since the great Card Revolution everything was always changing according to strokes of luck. Chopping,

Once upon a time everything and anything could be justified with the term YOLO. Setting fire to your own farts. YOLO. Pulling off the cushions on the bus seat and throwing them out the window. YOLO. Eating

The proportions of the workshop were peculiar. It was almost like the longer you looked, the bigger they became. Paint stained, saw scratched benches were arrayed across the indeterminate space. From the

The emerald pyramid was starting to glow as the sun went down. It had that eerie unavoidable quality. I suppose like the way that flies are drawn to one of those blue ring things in the bakery. The whole

Soiled. Yes, that was how she felt. Soiled. She was the barren flowerbed with nothing in bloom. Only the seed of her useless boyfriend in a binned condom in the corner of the room. He'd left in a hurry

Here where I am in Spain at the moment - Sunday has arrived. It's like a lullaby. A melody. Everyone takes a breather from the marketplace. And well, I love it. In England we've lost the sacredness of

Over the past few months, I've become an audiobook narrator. This is one of many careers I've had in the space of the 5 years since leaving school. The others being copywriter, financial journalist, masseur,

The hall was made of sandstone. But with the way the light tinted from the ceiling - it radiated a kind of gold. These Victorian bricks, laid by scallywags for the gentlemen of another era, had unsurprisingly

Over the past few months I've been looking at getting into audiobooks. I love stories and when I'm reading the it really puts me in this amazing frame of mind where everything is larger than life. Since

We're so lucky to live in this part of history! This keeps recurring to me. For millenia, people have been contained and trapped by poverty in small communities, lack of options and opportunities. The

The Monkey King sat atop his banana throne made of stone. He sipped a goblet of the fruits-of-the-jungle wine and then thundered: “BEGIN!” The monkeys that surrounded him in a circle began to move slowly

Last summer I was on Steemit's rich list. I remember being no.192. After doing the sums it worked out that I owned 1/10,000th of Steemit. Pretty amazing, right! I'd written a few good articles for Steemit

For those who were still counting the year was 2463. The shift from the 11th to the 12th dimension was well underway and the world was coated in an endless pattern of fish scales. Luscious, teal, turquoise