Fiction

What better way to roll out the universe’s first linearity disruptor start-up than to kill Baby Hitler? When you say to people in the street “time travel,” they say “kill Baby Hitler.” It’s something people are already comfortable with. That is so important, because with time travel, the negative narratives are out there already.
Continue reading "It's OK to Say if you Went Back in Time and Killed Baby Hitler" (2016), which may actually be a poem called "Too Late"
This is a true story about a terrible coincidence. It's the kind of coincidence that just makes the universe look mean, and it happened to a woman called Narnia. 
The short version is, Narnia sent Roland the Pig to go kick cancer's butt. But Roland the Pig bumped his head and saw stars. 
Here's the long.
Continue reading "Froggy Goes Piggy" (2016)
I take the stairs in under twenty minutes. 
I am going to the top-floor-but-one, where the philosopher lives. On the very top floor lives someone very spesh. Top Floor is a game designer and boy does she design them games. Her velveteen verbosity, her plush prolixity, is wallpapering those stairwell walls up and down, declaring her designs, and begging and wheedling and tantalizing and imploring and tickling all the other tenants to please, please, please drop by for a playtest sesh. 
Every time I take a breather, I read some summonses from nursling games: Journey to the End of Pi, this one’s called.

The next ludic newborn asks: Can You Kill The Comet?
Continue reading "Cat, I Must Work!" (2016)
Things have gone from bad to worse because now I’m definitely awake. 
Today my bed boasts three exits – left, right, and foot – but all lead to the same world. Out there, it is winter-dark in Tower Hamlets, London, I am twelve years old, and I am dead at heart. Some day I’ll discover secret exit #4, leading deeper into bed. Maybe today. There comes a soft knock, probably my bedroom door, but maybe it’s the secret “bedworld door.” So I just lie there.  
I use whimsy to protect myself. A wise old app once told me this. 
Now there comes a scrape and a rustle. My entire support network, Farah Campbell, gets into the bed. “Tesco car-park seventeen minutes,” says Farah. 
We lie side-by-side staring at the ceiling. I inhale winter / dreads wax / smoky fragrance. Snowmelt crumples off her hoodie cuff.
Continue reading "The Internet of Things Your Mother Never Told You" (2015) in Twelve Tomorrows 2016

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A very very long novel, or possibly several novels:


Critical Documents, 2013. Free.

"Three months before her eighteenth birthday, Myfanwy Morris is sucked into the affairs of a mystical secret agency, Chancelhouse, as it tries to reinvent itself for the 21st century. All is not what it seems, and danger lies all around — and within ..." A YAA, nerf funicular, perianal romance Menippean Saltire. (I should probably point out that some people hate this and don't even want to read past the first few pages. So).

Paperback: Amazon (c.£7)
eBook: CC PDF (free) |  CC Kindle file (free) | Amazon (c.£2)

"beautifully pitched" - Colin Herd
"mint" - Verity Spiders
"alarming lucidity" - Alison Croggon
"surprising pleasures" - Pop Bob
"nails on a chalkboard" - Listening
"Neil Gaiman on crack" - Peter Loftus
"it zips, it froths" - Kate Onyett
"awesome-sauce" - Robert Kiely
"magnifique" - nick-e melville
"my book of the year" - Richard Tyrone Jones

Invocation on Goodreads

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A very very short novel:


Preyed Press, 2014. c.99p.

"Little-by-little, Myeong has lost all hope. Till she bumps into Marta, who is being pursued by invisible fiends. Soon Myeong and Marta launch a startup — that might just change the world ..." Marta and the Demons is a must-own entrepreneur's bible, AKA a novelette about gamification, cryptocurrency, and how to fall in love in a rising market. Currently e-traded only: Kindle (where it's usually 99p) / Smashwords (where it's usually free). Certificate availability pending (i.e. there will be a print version eventually! Will also probably be released as CC one day). 


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Collaboration:

With Samantha Walton, as Lorqi Blink / Lorqi Blinx etc.:


"Notes Toward the Party as a Dead Form" (2010) in Cambridge Literary Review.


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Earlier writing: 

Some poetry: Harvey Joseph & Lindsay James, Sea Adventures, or, Pond LifeRunamok Press, 2012. Pretty sure there are still copies available of that. Other stuff.

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