A Decade Under The Influence

Scrolling through some older posts and I found this one! It’s a nice little reminder of when I was less afraid to experiment with my writing – and less afraid to post it!


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We sit on cold steps outside venues, the icy stone making itself known through cut off shorts and brightly coloured tights. We wear t-shirts that proclaim the name of the band we saw the night before, bowing to the unspoken rule that you never dress for the show you’re at, only the shows you’ve seen. Our shoes are named, Patrick and Pete, Griffiths and Day. Our phones, our cameras christened too. Our bags are signed, waiting by day in lines at festivals, by night beside the tour bus or, as we get older and the bands get less famous, by the bar. A few drinks, a quick chat, and out comes the Sharpie. That’s not a euphemism.

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Avebury 3219 (GULP! issue 3, Sept. 2018)

Back in September, my work showed up in a local indie zine called GULP!. They specialise in genre fiction and for issue three, the focus was on crime.

I’m pretty gutted to have missed the deadline for their horror issue (despite packing my laptop and a whole bunch of notebooks, I really didn’t get much writing done on my holiday!) but I’m so excited to share these few hundred words with you all now!


Avebury 3219

She tugged the handkerchief from the breast pocket of his tweed jacket and wiped the blood off the blade. His initials were embroidered on a corner of the starched white fabric, and she made sure they showed when she tucked the bloodied square back in.

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