Category: Fiction

Ives Knows What You Did Last Summer – Part 1

Possibly a new webnovella starting here.  Restarted Novel 2 and have done a small amount of Immediate Justice, but then this came along and started clogging up my brain.  Too hard, so many ideas, not all good. Hopefully this will be, though. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Explosions do … Continue reading Ives Knows What You Did Last Summer – Part 1

Immediate Justice – the Pitch

I've got a new baby on the go now, and it's mostly because of My Name is Bruce. MNIB has a majority of rather awful, and clearly spoof, films within it, and I felt like I wanted to do something like that.  This is where … Continue reading Immediate Justice – the Pitch

2084

This story is inspired by 1984, which sort of explains the title.  It's not set in the same world, or really has much to do with 1984 at all except for the general sort of dystopia, but the fact remains that is is inspired by that … Continue reading 2084

OYGYDTOTL – Part 20

We're on the home stretch now, I think... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------   'Just go away, please. We both know how this goes.' Lord Pyle was not in the best of moods, thanks largely to Haul's cigar, and had decided that directness was the best way to deal … Continue reading OYGYDTOTL – Part 20

OYGYDTOTL – Part 19

Was going to do the second dream, but don't think it's really worthwhile.  Instead I got back on course with OYGYDTOTL.  Part 19, christ!   I wonder how much longer I can keep this going? --------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- Being a drug dealer, Johnson McLeary had a nose … Continue reading OYGYDTOTL – Part 19

OYGYDTOTL – Part 17

There was a delay.  A frog stole my shoes.  Back now.  Read. ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ Ordinarily, people don't erect a stripy deck chair in the middle of the street, crack open a book and smoke a cigar while sat in the rain, but Haul had decided to … Continue reading OYGYDTOTL – Part 17