Huzzah!!! The moment has finally arrived to raise a glass of wine, propose a toast, then celebrate and make merry for the crippling coma...

Well, it just wouldn’t be Halloween without a spooky story! So, lock the doors, stoke the fire, pour a stiff drink and sit back in your...

I have been rather idle of late regarding regular blog posts and updates, so allow me to begin by offering my most sincere apple low...

Stumbled across this ancient poem, written several lifetimes ago by a confused youth who is now nothing more than somebody that I used to...

It has been an absolute pleasure of late to be able to slip back into a reclining seat, feel a suspiciously sticky floor beneath my feet...

There is no protection from rejection, so here’s another collection; a selection that failed to attract any attention. A curation of...

The temperate season is upon us (which poses the question, is a temperate season the same as a dry season? Answers on the back of a...

“The great grey beast February had eaten Harvey Swick alive. Here he was, buried in the belly of that smothering month, wondering if he...

So, here we are once again, slap bang in the middle of another festive season! This year, more so than ever, I truly hope that all of us...

“This is the strangest life I’ve ever known” WAITING FOR THE SUN – THE DOORS Strange days indeed. So, I cling to these thoughts: that...

So, we’ve made it here in one piece (I hope!), as a weeks’ worth of weird tales finally limps across the finishing line and comes to a...

The railway carriage is empty. As you sink down into your chair, still a little tipsy from the night’s festivities, you hope that you...

Scratched and etched upon the wall of the cell: graffiti from a thousand different souls, countless confessions, stories, obscenities,...

The club is usually empty at this time of night. Just you and the barman, silent as always, shining empty glasses with a dubious looking...

Well here we are again folks, yet another late, late night, the house is quiet, everybody is tucked up in bed and we’re steadily creeping...

It’s very, very late. Or maybe it’s just very, very early. Whichever way you choose to look at it, it’s still bloody dark, it’s still...

“Take it off the third channel… the third channel!... it’s still running… stop it, please… for God’s sake… please stop it… there’s no...

What time is it? The answer, as always, is no time at all… Life moves quickly and yet I still cannot seem to get it together to totally...

Yowzer! Like a fictional individual waiting for a proverbial imaginary bus, most of the time it feels like not a lot is happening… until...

I’m not usually one to forcefully exhale through my own brass instrument, but those good, good people over at THE HORROR TREE website...