Moments is a work in progress. The idea is to publish a new short story every Friday in 2021, starting on 8 January. This is a large and demanding task, but if successful, the stories will be…
The bells rung and Salvatore – that’s what he called himself these days – fixed his sleek black hair. One must look his best in front of the almighty. Sermon next Sunday, find your way in God, a poster by the entrance said. He stroked the benches with his fingers as he walked up the […]
Quiet organ music played while the congregation sat on the hard benches, some nervously turning their heads towards the large door. Richard sat at the front, looking at his son as he stood there, waiting for the bride. The big day. The music intensified, and the congregation stood. His heart took a jump as the […]
This story is based on events that happened to me many years ago, and would later be the inspiration for my first novel, Under the Black Sand. It was around an hour after midnight in late summer of 1988 when I drove out of the city to spend the weekend with my grandparents. They lived […]
It wasn’t about the woman, still lying in the bed he had just gotten out of.
I’m not sure when I started seeing him. I just know that I did, frequently. You could see him from the corner of your eye, but the moment you looked, he was gone. Neither did I see his feet. I presume they were there, but he didn’t walk in the usual sense. He floated from one side of the hall to the other. It’s hard to explain. It wasn’t like he was flying, more the absence of walking.
Not every blog post is created equal. Some are long, some short. But they are all meant to be read. And sometimes it can be good to throw a simple idea out in the open. So here is my new experiment. Micro blogging on a mobile device and automatically sharing it on social media. Oh, […]
As I mentioned in yesterday’s post, I am humbly following the advice of a couple of readers and relocating the Under the Black Sand novel back to where it started. To Iceland. Now that the protagonist is no longer living in an unspecified city in the United Kingdom, but a very specific part of Reykjavík, […]
Here it is. A new site design. It’s WordPress and I have no idea how to use WordPress. I write novels and shoot photos. I even play with airplanes during my working hours. I don’t design websites, but here it is. The reason this site exists is to help the world find my novels. That’s […]
Yesterday was the day I discovered Tsü. I’d heard of it, but as I have a mild phobia of signing up to every and any new social media fad, I never paid attention to it. A couple of Facebook friends were posting about this platform and it looked kind of interesting. But it was Facebook […]
The fig leaf didn’t sit comfortably. It rarely did. She couldn’t understand why he insisted on them wearing the damn things, it’s not as if there were other people around. And if there were, would it have mattered? We’re all created the same, except for the obvious differences between the genders. Who dictated what body […]
As the fallout from Bowie’s death settles, we collect our thoughts and try to make sense of his life and legacy. As I mentioned in my previous post, I fell in love with him in my teens. He was larger than life and he sang about feelings of isolation and anxiety. Something I was only […]
The rain was pouring down, and I was cold, shocked and drained. An officer kicked me and called me a coward, pointed a rifle at me and told me if I didn’t get up he’d shoot me himself. I got up and aimed my rifle across no-man’s-land, fired in the general direction of the enemy.
During the Great War of 1914-1918, almost a thousand soldiers were executed for desertion and other crimes. This is for them.