Writing is a lifelong passion of mine. I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing stories, when it wasn't part of my identity. As an adult I've dabbled in poetry and non-fiction, but keep returning to fiction. Some of my works are linked below.
Writing is a lifelong passion of mine. I can't remember a time when I wasn't writing stories, when it wasn't part of my identity. As an adult I've dabbled in poetry and non-fiction, but keep returning to fiction. Some of my works are linked below.
The Life and Crimes of Captain Penelope M Traitor is a steampunk web serial written in collaboration with James the Enthusiast under our Cherryburn Books handle. It is available to read, in full, on Medium.
Roylen Barnasus was once a brave man, but those days are long behind him.
When a coin purse and brief note appear in his house overnight, hiring him to represent the infamous pirate Captain Penelope M Traitor at her upcoming trial, he is given a chance to be courageous once more.
The stories she tells are vastly different from the crimes she is accused of. Some of them are true, many of them are lies, and there is more to the airship captain than meets the eye.
This Cogger's Heart is a steampunk short story written for the Verdant Owl competition on Writing Battle, where it placed in the top sixteen.
Hunting gryphons was never easy, not even for an ex-Army cogger like myself. An old mated pair like these were harder still despite it being winter and their nest being empty.
Only an idiot would hunt gryphons with a chick in the nest.
I – not an idiot, despite what you may hear – was properly prepared for the hunt, my legs well-oiled and my equipment pristine. I’d spent three days in the area, tracking their hunting patterns, analysing their droppings, watching through my binoculars as they curled around each other in their empty nest at night. Now it was time for the kill.
I’d found the perfect spot, just under a thousand yards away, to set up before dawn on the fourth day. The rocky hillside gave me adequate cover from their keen vision as I surveyed their tree-top home on the opposite knoll. The lay of the slopes and valleys meant that I was higher than them, granting me an almost clear view into their nest.
It would be clean, quick, and more merciful than they deserved.
A selection of articles from my Medium account:
Fluffy Skirts and Giant Bows — The Misunderstood Subculture of Lolita Fashion
Reading Fanfic Made Me a Better Writer
League of Legends Needs a Fat Female Champion