A deeply personal and dark story of mine was recently released in Issue 1 of The Society of Misfit Stories, from Bards and Sages Publishing. I love this story, even though I spilled out far more of my soul when writing it than I first realised. It’s twisted, unapologetically gritty, and I think I’m more than a little bit in love with the two central characters.
Rules were made to be broken. Wings were not.
Those incontrovertible truths had dictated Melusina’s life until now. Forever dancing the line between the two, she had managed to balance the demands of serving in the court of the Fae King with her insatiable fascination for the mortal realm. Until today.
That was why Melusina found herself propping up the bar of a rundown Georgian tavern in the wrong side of London, knocking back neat bourbon like it was going out of fashion as the handful of Monday night patrons flocked around her, drawn in by the glamour she wore like a shield.
If anyone was looking for her, they wouldn’t think to come here. In the paroxysm of her grief she gravitated towards the ramshackle pub, defiantly out of place amongst the modern buildings surrounding it. Like her, it was a relic from another world.
The White Hart was the antithesis of the place she called home until today. Its brash vulgarity and shadowed corners should not have been able to draw her in, but for one thing.
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My story, ‘Broken Wings’, was recently published in Witches vs Wizards by Zombie Pirate Publishing.
The ground rumbles ominously, the earth surging and shifting to the iron will of the powers of old. Lightning sparks the air with forked tongue, darting between two venerable channelers, ragged yet regal, each wrestling wicked tempests to do their bidding. Their magicks are diametrically opposed, their powers equally limitless, their intentions shrouded in mystery; theirs is a battle for the ages. This surely means death for any mere mortal looking on. This is the beginning of the end. This is WITCHES VS WIZARDS. Packed with magical tales of pure unadulterated fantasy, this collection of short stories features eighteen authors from all around the world.
The Kindle and paperback versions are available to buy now from Amazon.
I’m delighted to share the news that another story of mine will be released next month. ‘Broken Wings’ will feature in the Witches vs. Wizards anthology from the great team at Zombie Pirate Publishing. My story features a witch with her back against the wall, forced to turn to lore of old in order to fulfil her fate. I’ll share the purchase links and official blurb when the anthology comes out in October.
In other writing news, I’m completing edits on another short story that was conceived in rather less fortunate circumstances. My beloved godfather passed away, and I chose to write my way through the pain and draw on it as inspiration for a piece of dark psychological horror, tightly-knit with a close focus on the central character and her emotional response to the night’s events. It’s called ‘Anamnesis’ (and there’s a deliberate clue in the title, if you know the word), and I have a venue in mind for it. Hopefully I can send it off in the next couple of days, then it’s back to the Submission Grinder to perform yet more complex rejectomancy.
I have a few more stories out at the moment which I’m feeling hopeful about, and of course, the obligatory submission to Artemis Rising at Pseudopod, my dream market. If you identify as female to any degree, I urge you to submit a story to Pseudopod or one of their sister podcasts before the end of this month. Don’t self-reject!
Why, sometimes I’ve believed as many as six impossible things before breakfast.
- Lewis Carroll, Alice in Wonderland.
As an author I live in the land of make-believe. It’s my home, and where I find my friends. Alice in Wonderland was the book that first led me there, as a wide-eyed eight year old first entrusted with the freedom of the local library and all the chapter books at my disposal. Constrained to picture books no longer, I dived in headfirst and came up for air clutching tightly to a battered old copy of Lewis Carroll’s masterpiece.
From that moment I knew what I wanted to do when I grew up. I wanted to write; and not just that, I wanted to create worlds and stories just as rich and full of character as that eponymous tale possessed in such abundance. I was lost to the land of make-believe, and even now some twenty years later I live and breathe the wonder of imagination.
I don’t breathe life into my stories. They breathe life into me.