Category Archives: Writing

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Look, it’s a portfolio update! Well, given that there’s another couple of books on the way it seemed high time to bring the list of my recent projects up to speed. Yes, Heart of Fire is my second Sea of … Continue reading →

“Will.” Riker jumped, feeling slightly flustered. Being startled aboard the vessel he called home was one thing. It was quite another when it was the soft, melodious voice of his Imzadi. Suddenly feeling a renewed pang of guilt as he … Continue reading →

I wanted to write a poem like Michael Rosen For National Poetry Day. So I hemmed and hawwed. Hemmed And hawwed. And I got cross because I just couldn’t seem to capture his style And I looked out of the … Continue reading →

1. ‘Twas the night before Christmas, And all through the house Came their screams, and I quaked In my bed like a mouse. An old threadbare blanket Hid me from sight It alone could sustain me To last through the … Continue reading →

Just behind the fairground was a path that was almost impossible to find, unless you knew it was there. It wound and twisted its way through the rabbit warrens and past Warden’s Pond before finally reaching the dark forest, where … Continue reading →

On the fortieth day of his journey, XKD-47 came across a unit like himself, buried almost waist-deep in sand. Her datacast was badly corrupted by damage and corrosion – clearly, she had been caught in the storm and had spent … Continue reading →

On the first day of his journey, XKD-47 stepped out of the bunker, moving in perfect unison with his platoon, and began the fulfilment of his existence. They marched in step where possible, though some units encountered obstacles along the … Continue reading →

The Intruder   She knew the coffee was too hot, but Kathryn Janeway braced herself and took a deep draught of the scalding liquid, suppressing a shudder as its warmth and bitter, familiar taste embraced her. Only then did she … Continue reading →