short stories

I wrote a number of short stories during my wanderings away from comics in the 2000s. Doing so was never anything less than a full-on ballache. I spent far too many nights alone, shuffling along in the backwoods of dream. I must have torn through a hundred notebooks, drained a thousand pens. I wrote words for stories that did not exist, scenes and beats that went mad with isolation. Reams of lousy poetry. A gulag of prose. In the morning I’d check my pockets for bits of miracle fluff, but there was rarely anything but minging tissue. Now and then though something worthwhile would emerge, something with promise and life. On occasion, they would find a home outside of my gloomy flat (big up to BFS Horizons, Murky Depths and Geek Force 5) and that would give me faith enough to go on. I present the best of them to you here. Some of them are mildly spooky, all are fantastical in some way. I still like them and I hope you do too.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
A Tall Tale
The Bear Year                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          
Pop Will Eat Itself
Curses and Gentlemen  

When You Hear This Sound
                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                  The Sun is Always Setting