Cold Lava

He rejoiced in the sight of his opening scene, feverishly splashed across the page after months of false starts. The words before him were fresh as wet paint, yet they seemed conjured long ago in a dream finally come true. His previous attempts at becoming a playwright had failed because each laboured sentence lacked authenticity, […]

Last Night’s Lover

(this is the last excerpt from Horrendum Pudendum before publishing, later this year) The above bit of dialogue was the last thing he remembered saying to Percy before his memory blacked out. He’d asked the question not long after getting back to her place from West Seventy6, which meant a large portion of the night […]