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A Surprise Plot Makes An Appearance

About a month ago I was in a bit of a rut with the story I was working on, a science fiction tale set on a distant planet. In order to head off an approaching case of writer’s block I decided to take part in a few Twitter challenges, which resulted in the micro stories you can see on this blog.

The one image that stuck with me the longest during that couple of weeks was of Lucien and Aldous, my vampiric characters. It was enormous fun to come up with little vignettes for them and it got me to thinking about vampire fiction in more detail.

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Flash Fiction: The Gluemn In God’s Eye

For years I’ve been fascinated by the idea that life may exist under the icy crust of Jupiter’s moon, Europa. In particular I wondered how an intelligent species might mythologise their landscape when the limit of their universe is a miles thick ceiling of ice. This is a glimpse in to life beneath a frozen ocean.

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Microfiction: Lucien and Aldous #2

For the #writethurs challenge in Twitter.

Lucien slurped at his bloody fingers. Gobbets of crimson gore oozed down his chin. Aldous was appalled.

“Manners.” He hissed, proffering a napkin.

Lucien grimaced at the crisp white linen.

“Seriously?” he said, sucking a juicy clot from this thumb. “Who taught you how to be a vampire?”

Microfiction: A Walk In Whitechapel

In response to a one word writing prompt: liminal

Whitechapel is never silent. The ghosts of two millenia crowd the lanes, beckoning, with crimson allure from shadowed doorways, calling to you in brash Cockney from long dismantled stalls. They grasp at your feet as you stroll, oblivious over their plague-rotted remains.

Microfiction: The Secret Life of Tom Scruple

Inspired by a one word writing prompt: fastidious.

“Is that a smudge?” Mr Arfwick went quite pink.

“Erm…” Tom stammered for a response.

His boss decided not to wait for one.

“Here at Nitpicker & Scruple we believe in fastidious accounting. Start again!”

Tom trudged away. Why had he let his father talk him out of being a pirate?

Microfiction: There’s No ‘I’ In Team

For the #SockItTueMe writing challenge on Twitter.

“Cover us!” Yelled Agent C, as he and Agent D ran for the chopper.

“I thought we were in this together!” Said Agent I, drawing his gun.

“We are!” Agent D threw herself through the chopper’s open door and signaled the pilot to take off. “But there’s no I in this Team”