The Index

It’s hard to keep track of all the pieces on this site, so here’s a handy-dandy index, organised by their main genre tag.

Fantasy

Often quite genre-bendy: this is where I put basically everything lighter on the horror elements, set in a secondary world. Still tends towards dark fantasy/New Weird.

Choking on the Tail

[this is an early proto-version of the 82k MS I’m currently querying. It’s one of the longer shorts on here, at about 10k.]

Fire Gilding

What Ukto Saw

Up-and-up-and-up

keepongoin


Science-Fiction

Radio Silence

Space Is Our Destiny

why wise men die under open sky


Horror

Putting a big CW on most of these: my horror often has a strong body horror focus, a lot of it rooted in experiences self-harm, suicide, and to a lesser extent body dysmorphia.

Many Hands

[perhaps infamously, I read this at a Melbourne literary festival. I may have misjudged the tone of the event. In my defence, it was on Halloween]

Sonata

Skin and Bone

cage

Canto III

LEGION/MANY

Playing Horseshoes

The Door the Devil Won’t Open (Andrew Borden Died Twice)

Sleeping Dog/Paper Tiger

firebreak


Modern Fiction

This is a catchall term for “not sci-fi, fantasy or horror”. I’m not sure ‘literary fiction’ is the right descriptor since a lot of it has no aspirations of being literary and a lot of it still has supernatural or surreal elements. It tends to be less action-oriented, more character-focussed and internal.

We Fight Monsters

Bricks

ND52

ICU

The Turk

The Vigilant

The Dance, the Dancer

doors I don’t open

Patterns

FLASHBACK FRIDAY: 9 WAYS TO KNOW YOU’VE BEEN GHOSTED

The Coward


Poetry

Dear Ted,

Moloch

Election Season 2017

a series of Haiku about Mike Hosking’s no-good very bad day


The Really Weird Stuff

The unclassifiable, the truly bizarre, the stuff that lives in a barrel outside Athens and wants you to step out of its sunlight.

Shaq is About to Eat Five Gyros

[inexplicably, this losing entry to a book podcast short story competition is one of the most popular things I’ve ever written. Whenever somebody approaches me to ask about a story I wrote, it’s “that Shaq one”. I have no idea why. You’re all weird. I love you, you weirdos.]

In Increments

All Dogs Go to Hell

The God Squad: Inside the Secret Society of Salt Lake City