On the morning of Sunday the 28th of June 1914, Gavrilo Princip drew his pistol, aimed it at Archduke Franz Ferdinand and pulled the trigger. It jammed. He was apprehended and confined to an obscure corner of history. 26 years later, an angry man wrote a diary. Dear log, Though you are made of … Continue reading The Rat Diaries I
This is a piece of flash fiction I wrote as part of the Coventry University Creative writing Society. It is, to date, the only thing I've succesfully managed to get published. It was featured in issue 2 of Bandit Fiction. I've since written a few more pieces in this series. When we at 1s and … Continue reading Bonabot I
Dear readers, I did it. I rebuilt him (or it?). As many of you will recall, I wrote in our last issue of the worst home-built robot we have ever reviewed. A morbid fusion of cheap appliances and the digitised ghost of Napoleon. Well, following Bonabot’s traumatic encounter with an Ocado lorry, he’s back up … Continue reading Bonabot II
Welcome back dear readers to what is fast becoming a staple for our modest tech periodical, another update on Bonabot. Some people’s favourite android inhabited by the spirit of a long deceased French emperor. [for those of you who’ve written in to state that you are not one of these people and in fact, hate … Continue reading Bonabot III
Another week has passed and yet again, a week of my life has been consumed by the ventures of that metal rascal. I did manage to find a small window in which to interview Bonabot’s creator, Marvin Beauchamp, which I will include in this article but only out of obligation. The rest of my time … Continue reading Bonabot IV
The crack of roof beams, shattering of glass, short screams of anguish and the unfamiliar melding of craniums to the roof of a rickety church were the last sensations the congregation felt before time seemed to skip. In an instant, they’d gone from a wave of collective panic bringing their hymn to an abrupt halt, … Continue reading The Harvest
He’d been up since 4. Been working since 5. Slicing his hands and having his shins battered just to dig a big dirt hole by some village in bumfuck nowhere. The money was alright. But didn’t feel worth spending nights in a freezing porter cabin, to half wake up from a half-sleep before the sun. … Continue reading Chocolate Cake
Billy Blake spent his time on the playground stood by a hedge. Pulling leaves off it. Every day. Every minute of break time. He was content. It gave him time to think. Time to map out his plan. To become a doctor, and an engineer, and a chef and one of those people who drives … Continue reading Billy Blake
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?
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