Cease thy mimcry, knave

Thank you

In the same way that the bulk of the short story I think of as "The Figures" seemed a logical progression from the factual account in the first two paragraphs, this "sequel" seemed a logical progression from the end of that story: Announcement: This has been removed in my great p...

I haven't read this at all, I just wrote it and posted it, so it may be brimming with typos for all I know. It wraps the story up for now. I can feel so much more that needs to be told - the significance of some things, the enormous chunks of the past I've papered over... But I serve the story and t...

Ok, next up. This one is longer, unfinished, and more...something. The word eludes me. It hints at things to come (and long gone) but I'm not sure it gels that well as a whole. Still, nothing will be achieved by leaving any of this on my hard disc, so I'll post it. Incidentally, it's worth noting fo...

Thank you It was chilling writing it. Reading through it now, it reminds me of James Herbert. How odd.

I found I still have this, which I wrote to pass some time one day, so i thought I might as well stick it here. I apologise in advance for the monkey, it just sort of popped out :roll: Plagued by echoes of shame, Dan followed his meandering route amidst the fallen homes populated by desolate silence...

I decided to post this after the story in order to avoid spoiling anthing (not that I think it's great, but I still want to maximise it). In the same way that Mist was an exorcism of personal demons in places, this is too. The first couple of paragraphs are an account of a recurring experience I had...

This is another untitled one I wrote a few weeks ago, shortly after Mist.

Announcement: This has been removed in my great purge of 31/8/05. I may send any or all of these to genre publications, and I don't want any issues because they're available here for free.

This one is something of an aside. It doesn't really fit with the flow (such as it is) of the other instalments, but I felt it needed writing. In any case, a brief historical account for your perusal (in that modified style again. Hmmm): The armies of the Queen faltered as the cloud descended upon t...

Part three of the Chronicles of Lord Foul the Incarcerated, heh. Oddly, my style seems to have changed since I wrote part two, and I'm not sure I approve of the direction it's taken. Nonetheless, here is part three: As the tattered remnants of the Lords’ army fled headlong into the venomous gloom be...

Announcement: This has been removed in my great purge of 31/8/05. I may send any or all of these to genre publications, and I don't want any issues because they're available here for free.

For some reason, I've recently been taking my idea cues from inspiring song lyrics. Both the first two parts of this started that way, though the third (still half-written) didn't. The second part of this is much better written and conceived than the first (though I make no pretence to it being anyt...

I'm not of a scientific mentality, but I don't take any wishy washy "unexplained" accounts without a hefty dose of condiment. But I experience this far too consistently to be able to dismiss it anymore, whatever "it" is.

There's little I can add. My post above covers everything I know.

Ah, but now I have something to live up to I'll write more as and when the inspiration comes. Perhaps tomorrow

You already know I appreciate your support, but it would be churlish not to say so in public. Thank you

Interesting responses, guys. I'm moved that my rambling monologue provoked such poetry. I'd like to hear more about this from both of you.

Thank you all for the kind words. It's a nice feeling to know people have enjoyed my meagre efforts

In fact, I don't know why I'm posting it. Nonetheless, I am. I struggle to find a better way to describe the sensation than “opening”. It’s like switching on an electromagnet; where before there was inanition, there is suddenly affinity and invisible forces. The sensations are vague, and not easily ...