This is a short story of mine that's been illustrated by James Whitehead. We entered it into a competition but unfortunately it didn't win. However, perhaps the kids out there will enjoy it :)
Saturday, November 29, 2008
Sunday, November 23, 2008
Neal Asher Winner
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I've entered a number of free prize draws on Pat's Fantasy Hotlist Blog but never came close to winning, until now!
Pat was putting up a number of Neal Asher's 'The Gabble' (a collection of short stories) for four lucky people to win and I was one of them. It was a pleasant surprise receiving a jiffy bag from Panmacmillan yesterday especially as I am a fan of Neal's and have enjoyed every one of his books that I've read. If you are into great space opera with huge battle scenes, intricate plotting, mad battle-droids with all too human-like foibles then grab yourself one of his books.
Many thanks to Pat, Panmacmillan and of course Neal. Now time to get reading!
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Sunday, November 09, 2008
Saturday, November 01, 2008
Estronomicon Halloween Edition
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Steve Upham's Halloween Edition of Estronomicon is out and available for free download here ESTRONOMICON and contains a horror short of mine entitled One Last House. Hope you enjoy it :)
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Remembrance
See the poppy in the gutter?
Stain red the water coursing there?
Floats to drain with start and stutter
Past feet and eyes, all unaware
So passed-on, those myriad souls
Who gave their lives, who stood four-square
On sea, in air, in mud-filled holes
Their blood was spilled, our freedom won
For them we stand as church bell tolls
As a single beam from the sun
Illuminates a granite shrine
And tears flow for a lost loved-one
War's curse grows on a bitter vine
Remembrance is owed, yours and mine.