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Update: What a difference a year makes

Oops David Rae kindly reminded me that I had a story published in Glimmer, an anthology of hope last year. Click here to buy Glimmer on Amazon Some other things I forgot to mention... 7 Days in Hell was a finalist in the horror category of the Independent Author Network Book of the Year Awards… Continue reading Update: What a difference a year makes

blogaversary, fiction, horror

Fiction: For Whom The Bell Tolls

Father Felix followed the sound of the tinkling bells and muted giggling into the sacristy. The small room felt unseasonably cold, despite being Halloween night, and smelt strongly of boiled cabbage. He looked behind the vestments, but no one hid at the back of the tiny closet. His breath fogged about him, and he felt… Continue reading Fiction: For Whom The Bell Tolls

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Original Fiction: You’re Invited by Iseult Murphy

One moment Hamish stood in the bus depot admiring the ruby engagement ring Morris had purchased for his girl, and the very next he was squashed into the back seat of a vehicle, surrounded by people dressed in eveningwear, the countryside hurtling past the window. “Crumbs.” “Welcome to the twenty-first, Grampy Morris.” Hamish opened his… Continue reading Original Fiction: You’re Invited by Iseult Murphy

blogaversary, writing

Ask Me Anything

Last month I challenged people on social media, and on my blog, to send me questions. Ask me anything, I said. Six brave souls took up the challenge. Here are my answers. What’s the scariest thing you’ve ever done?David Rae on Facebook Great question, David! Thank you. What is scary? Lots of things terrify me… Continue reading Ask Me Anything

blogaversary, fantasy, horror, short story

Fiction: The Screaming Stones by Iseult Murphy

Mandrake followed the path through the snow to the screaming stones. He found them arranged on an altar at the foot of the mountain where the trees ended. Some were big stones, carved with intricate representations of people in fine clothes. Others were small, the figures simply done. Each one contained a soul. “Wait, don’t… Continue reading Fiction: The Screaming Stones by Iseult Murphy