He strode past the shopfronts with his hood up and his hands in his pockets. Rain pounded down, dripping off the tips of the sloped roofs, sparkling like diamonds in the headlights of the cars that rushed past. The rain nearer to him had a rainbow sheen. Was that reflective of the many-coloured neon signs… Continue reading Dark Coffee
Category: My Stories
Why I Chose to Publish Indie
I've noticed the old traditional vs indie publishing debate is swirling around Twitter again, so I thought I'd add my thoughts to it, as someone who chose indie publishing, and explain why I did. I think writers are generally neurotic people, and when it comes to publishing, we fall into two camps of anxiety: First,… Continue reading Why I Chose to Publish Indie
The Clearing Where Bog Myrtles Grow
The teacher laughed and said if anyone knows about the Clearing Where Bog Myrtles Grow, it was because of the signpost on the M6 toll road. They knew it from a passing glance at a road sign, possibly glimpsed once more in the rearview mirror before slipping from memory entirely. It stuck in the boy’s… Continue reading The Clearing Where Bog Myrtles Grow
Assassin (NSFW)
Ruderian perched on the windowsill, legs dangling off the edge. He sighed happily, letting the cold night air tickle his bare chest. It was a welcome relief after the relentless heat of the day. No wonder the locals wore simple white gowns, if they wore anything at all. This land was not made for foreigners… Continue reading Assassin (NSFW)
Siren
Baltis followed the crowd of other initiates down the cobbled path. They were wearing their charcoal-grey academic robes, just like he was. The twin suns were bearing down on them, and he was sweating heavily beneath the folds of cloth. “Come along,” their guide said, an older man with grey hair and a pinched face.… Continue reading Siren
Dewi Hargreaves 