Writer & Storyteller
The author of award winning short stories including A Fated Soul in Canterbury, The Greater Good, and God is Good.
Through my writing, I seek to expose the tragic beauty of ordinary insanity. If that sounds dramatic, it’s because it is.
Awards & Recognitions
Novel Studio
Literary Prize : Winner
2023
”God Is Good”
Liar’s League, Hopes & Fears: Finalist
2023
”The Greater Good”
Liar’s League, Heroes & Villains: Winner
A story snippet
The breeze moved between the great oaks. Under branch, over leaf, onto skin. Contact it made, with the bronze face of a young mother.
The woman, Natacha, held her child, of barely three months, wrapped in clothing, covered in sheets, to protect her from the westerly bite of an English April.
By her side, the father. Barely a man himself, uncertain as he stood, sparse hairs whispering above a pair of skin-coloured lips. The small family held each other close.
A great iron gate stood before them. Above it, a sign, clobbered together out of wooden debris and planks.
Elegant brushstrokes formed words, which read: The Haven for Curious Cats.
Liam released the girl and stepped forward. He rested his hand on the gate and gave a little push. Hinges creaked.
“It’s open,” he said
“The Haven for Curious Cats”
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Some Story Snippets
“The Greater Good”
Winning text published by Liars’ League, July 2023
It’s not perfect, but they’ve done it. It will be presented tomorrow by the team leader (nerdy Portuguese save-the-bees guy, remember him?). The invite has been sent out to all members of the club. See you there.
That’s what the email had said. Wilson had bum sweat, which meant he was excited. He hadn’t expected his money to deliver results so soon. Maybe ever, in truth. The door opened and in came Tiago. Small frame, kind face.
An image filled a giant screen. “Thank you for the honour of selecting me to present our project to you.” A subtle accent cradled his Queen’s English.
“Not at all Tiago. You were chosen as a consequence of your intellect and involvement in the project. Please, begin the presentation.”
A button was clicked and the image changed. Tiago pushed a slipping pair of glasses up his nose.
“Our think tank has spent the last six years attempting to resolve the problem as defined in the Humanity Eternal project. We have been able to dedicate our best minds at full time, courtesy of some of you here today.”
The room was silent.
Click.
“It is my pleasure to announce that a successful model has been found with a 97.77% certainty rate, correct to two decimal places.”
Some gasps rose from the small audience.
“The model has been run on the order of ten times ten to the power of sixty-four. This has been possible thanks to the supercomputer technology that has been made available.”
Click.
“We shall now discuss the inputs of the model.”
Wilson glanced at his wife, Melissa. Her nails were digging into his palms. She continued to look ahead.
“God is Good”
Winning text for the Novel Studio Literary Prize, May 2023
The plants hung from above, basking in the sunlight. The leaves–some yellow, some purple, many green–looked so delicious to Mr Dribblesworth. The floorboards creaked up at him as he lumbered towards the shrubs. The closest one had a very special quality about it. It was absolutely perfect for pooing next to. Just the right shade, just the right suggestion of safety, just the right warmth. Whenever Mr Dribblesworth came near, regardless of his departing intentions, he quickly found himself preparing to defecate at the foot of the china pot.
Mr Dribblesworth loved his house. It was his realm. This morning, like all mornings, he had checked every corner and sniffed every surface, and was able to confirm once more that the kingdom was completely safe.
Full story not yet published.