I've set up this page as a place to showcase my writing and an easy answer to "Oh yeah? What sort of stuff do you write then?" My hope is that this can help me hone my writing skills and utilise any potential hate mail for what's good and what needs improvement. Expect to see … Continue reading Rob, what is this ‘Word Gravy’ thing you’ve done?
Outdated Wardrobes
You’d think the world’s first time travel-capable device would have been birthed from a military facility, deep beneath a baron stretch of American wilderness and a 50 mile gauntlet of landmines. Or a sterile, overfunded laboratory in Cambridge. Or in the sub-sub-sub basement of a glass box on the edge of a malevolent tech giant’s … Continue reading Outdated Wardrobes
HeavenCube
The total loss of physical sensation was an unsurprising consequence of plummeting a few hundred feet. But agony, eternal nothingness and squelching noises that Travis had expected never came. He was instead overwhelmed by the feeling of being stuck in a menu. The menu read: StartOptionsHELPEnglish dishesChipsChicken nuggetsOmeletteAbout Us He chose HELP. Not with a … Continue reading HeavenCube
Anarcho-Publican
The clientele of The Fat Badger can be divided into two groups. Those not welcome in any other pub in Hatchfield, and those who don’t want to incur the extra cost of going to any other pub in Hatchfield. Sat in the middle of this Venn diagram, are two star-crossed grassroots niche political movements. The … Continue reading Anarcho-Publican
The Handsome Man
The ‘Seekers of Freedom and Truth’ or ‘SOFT’ as they were often referred to on their early 2000s looking, green-text-on-a-black-background-acompnaied-by-free-stock-images-of-cyberpunk-globes website, had not reached the global scale of anti-government banditry that they’d hoped for just yet. Their activities thus far had been parochial and confined exclusively to Hatchfield and the surrounding area. Lacking a secret … Continue reading The Handsome Man
Bonabot VII
I’m still in shock! He did it! The Tin Geezer actually did it! But I didn’t need to tell you that. It’s all over the news! They’re not sure what to call it. Technically, he’s not the first robot to take office. That honour would go to the Roomba that technically became mayor of Tower … Continue reading Bonabot VII
Pet Human
A red-haired man sat, arms quivering on a rock. Two dim brown eyes fixed on him, foul air seeping from the nostrils below, and the mouth below that opened. “Where the hell did you find it Tick!?” Bellowed the voice. The man flinched. Tick also sat inches from the man. Staring at him quizzically. “Well … Continue reading Pet Human
Plato’s Race II
It felt like a long weekend. Hours spent ruminating on every why, who and how of whatever it was that she’d agreed to. What was it all about? What was a day in the life of that office? What would working there actually be like? Would they let her leave a bit early on Friday … Continue reading Plato’s Race II
Sky Whales
The word ‘aliens’ conjures images of bright lights, malicious rays and spindly, grey figures with bulbous heads and shiny black eggs for eyes. ‘Aliens’ to us living in the colony at least, meant something far more mundane. The extra-terrestrial specimens we’d found weren’t hyper-advanced psychic demons from the skies. It was far less exciting, for … Continue reading Sky Whales
Bonabot VI
Did you see us readers!? Will I now be inundated with requests for my autograph and offers form showbiz agents who’ll propel me to stardom? Each week has seen a bold new flavour of escapade ever since that metal monstrosity rattled into my life. This week, Bonabot and I made our first ever television appearance! … Continue reading Bonabot VI
Plato’s Race I
The message hadn’t made the slightest bit of sense. And yet it seemed genuine. It had come from a genuine domain, the address it told her to go to was genuine, it was void of typos and poor grammar. At least, as void as you’d expect for a message from the office of an MP. … Continue reading Plato’s Race I
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