One For Sorrow, Two For Joy

Circa Journal of Historic Fiction. October 2015

Genre: Historical, Tableau

Listening to the BBC radio actuality sound survey of London in the 1940s, set wartime voices going in my head. The sounds of my grandparents. I found it moving how matter-of-fact  and understated these people were during impossible stress. At the same time,  in the search for another 'Tableau' story  (one in which very little appears to happen, but is nonetheless a pivotal moment) I rediscovered Edward Hopper.  This piece is a mash-up of  archived voices,  Nighthawks and  Automat.


Blue Monday Review, 5th place prize winner, Ice Nine Contest, March 2016

Genre: Weird, Speculative Fiction

Inosculation is one of my favourite words. To join by intertwining or fitting closely together.  Tree branches or roots will inosculate and grow together, nature's junctions, so I wondered if any randomised natural phenomena might insosculate. What if the multiverse inosculated? Also, if an interventionalist all powerful deity did exist, It might culture these inosculations and we would never know. 

Check out Arthur Wiechula and  Peter Cook's  work at  if you are interested in the potential of cultivated inosculation.


 Escape Pod. October 1 2014

Genre: Science Fiction, Cyberpunk

Machine sentience  might not spawn from a hi-tech research lab, or a military network, or some nefarious corporation. The internet might not burst into life when it reaches some critical mass. In the real world life started small. It evolved in response to its environment. Likewise, living machine intelligences might grow in response to  places of which we have no direct experience and can’t understand. Also, at least initially, they might not be what we consider 'intelligent' at all. In fact, they would pass through stages where they are just clever enough to be considered relatively  stupid. I think we  might love them for this.

In Rockwork  I imagined a type of machine life rooted in our simplest machine; the drum. Growing in response to a musical environment. Like all life, Rocky has simple imperatives. Survive and grow.

Here is a real-world Rockwork.  Not quite Rocky, but check out the drummer's neat one-handed drum-rolls.


Black Dogs

Semi-Colonic Irrigation . No publication date yet.

Genre: Weird


3rd place Winner of the second quarter 2015 Writers of the Future Contest.

Genre: Science Fiction

What is Google going to do with all the robotics research they've bought? The first of my crapocalypses. 

Tenacious Wriggler

Urban Graffiti. July 2015

Genre: Science Fiction (ish)

What would microbial life on another planet mean to a gangsta pimp on the streets of London? Maybe it would mean everything. Ironically, if the water found on Mars supports some kind of life, then this story is no longer a genre piece but urban realism. The wriggler is a real child. He was born the same day as my son on the same ward. His mum never came back for him, though.


Coming Soon

More Crackle Than Music

Stupefying Stories, London Calling Anthology. No publication date yet.

Genre: SF

A Long, Dark Moment

Typehouse Literary Magazine . January

Genre: Literary


Ever Before Me

Everyday Fiction.  January 31 2014

Genre: General, 'Tableau​'

Could something as tiny as an unguarded expression pull a family apart, and if so where would be the most unlikely place for it to happen? A commenter described the story as 'Tableau Fiction', nothing outwardly appears to happen. I love this description and will definitely write more.

You might like to hear the Samuel Sebastian Wesley hymn the choir is singing:  Wash Me Throughly.  And, no, that's not a typo.


An illustrator and fiction writer based in London, England.

​​Published Fiction​​

You can find my illustration work here and here. Click on  the titles below to read the stories where they are available.

Decanting George

Goldfish Grimm's Spicy Fiction Sushi. November 2014

Genre: Science Fiction

Witnessing someone you love and respect unravel is  horrible. It is a profound waste to lose a life-time’s experience. What would be wrong in decanting or uploading it; keeping it, somehow? But at the same time this seems a terrible and shallow solution. To create a simulation of someone you love. That’s where I wanted the story to be; in this bit of doubt.

At the same time it always amazes me how little we need from an object before we anthropomorphise and project our own feelings onto it. We will wince when we prang or scratch our car. Does this make it a little bit alive?

There is an interview to go with this piece, you can read the rest of it here.​​


Flash Fiction Online.  July 2014

Genre: Science Fiction

A company already offers a virtual embryo service based on parental genes. What if all probable environmental factors could also  be simulated to create an entire life, for the sake of determining emergent problems not obvious in the womb?  Problems such as a potential for mental illness, perhaps. Then, what would it be like to sense you were a simulation? And if such a super-sense were both possible and probable, could a simulator predict it?  If you are interested in the science behind this, check out  Silas Beane's research   as well as  Matchright's virtual babies.​​

Bullman and the Wiredling Mutha

 Interzone. November 2014

Genre: Science Fiction

An advanced technology could be indistinguishable from magic. If so, it could create the ultimate two-tier society. In this story, our tools have left us completely, in search of a life on their own. Technology has evolved into a nebulous and inscrutable 'other', elevated over and removed from a human world, which has returned to a new gang-land dark age. Bullman is a mute herbivorous hybrid. His primitive inner- voice obsessed me for some time before writing the story. "Bullman eat no meat," looped in my head, along with the image of being chained by the nose while eating moss...

I don't know if I should be proud that this story was voted Interzone's joint most controversial story of 2014. But I am.​​

Albie's War

The Queens Head Literary Zine, October 2015

Genre: Speculative Fiction

There's great poignancy in how we cope with grief. Kids doubly so.  Their world is so small and yet grief is so big. They turn to their comforts (toys and play) the same way we do (booze or religion). Maybe, if someone were clever enough, they could alter these things we hid behind, so they actually made a difference. Prayers could be answered. A child's game  could fix  their family and help them win their first war on the way to maturity.

​Theories of Digital Physics describe a universe that is fundamentally made from computable information; self-executing 'cellular automata'. Though elegant, and so-far  not disproved, the theories  are also scientifically unproven. Hence Albie's grandfather's Nobel Prize, for devising an experiment to probe them.