Who can tell what is really going on in this mad world? It is all a matter of perspective.
No one likes interviews, feeling uncomfortable and stuffy, this place, this feeling. Isaac knows nothing is wrong. I mean nothing is wrong with this place… right?
The opening of my novel (a work in progress). Surely for James, nothing could be safer than being at his Grandma’s house?
Tom is at the funeral of his cousin, he knows something about Edward’s death. Something he cannot face.
A short story from the small mining town of Hucknall, a town with a secret, a town who needs to bury its secrets.
An officer realises what the true horrors of the trenches can be. His last moments one that will ring out for all time. Evil is real, it just does not care.
The opening from my work in progress. James is spending time with his Grandma. Surely the safest place he could find himself.