Some Days

Some days, you look in the mirror and you think, I look all right.
Some days, you can’t wait to jump in the shower and fill the room with steam that fugs up the mirror so you can’t see your own reflection, because you can’t stand to look at yourself.

Some days, you know exactly where you’re going. You see your future before you, bright and beautiful and full of hope.
Some days, you can’t see beyond breakfast. Everything is blank and you see nothing at all.

Some days, the sky is so blue, open and inviting. You look up into the vast emptiness of it, and it’s like you’re hanging by your feet from the Earth and you could just fall into it, flying, looking down and seeing everything.
Some days, the sky is grey and oppressive, and you can feel it pressing down on you, pushing you into the ground until you can’t move, can’t think, can’t do anything.

Some days, life is beautiful.
Some days, you’d rather die.

Some days you know exactly what you’re doing
Some days you haven’t a clue.
And some days, you’ve already done it.


A short children’s story I’ve been working on for a while. This is just a first draft, but it’s coming along nicely, I think. Tell me what you think!


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Ill Winds

Wrote this for Jo Fletcher’s 140 word fantasy and horror short story competition, before I realised that it was only open for UK residents. So now you get to read it instead.


She stood silent, staring up at the sky. The setting sun had dyed it deep crimson and behind her the first stars would be appearing.

The wind blew over her, through her, from the forest to the north. It filled her with dread and thrill all at once.

She felt something stir in the earth beneath her feet. Something ancient and dark and powerful and altogether wonderful. There was movement, somewhere behind her, and she turned slowly, squinting into the twilight, but could see nothing.

‘I know you’re there,’ she whispered. ‘I know you’ve come for me.’

Like a patch of darkness, of vacuum and dark matter and starlight, it swept forward, then, enveloping her in its velvety blackness, swallowing her whole, filling her soul.

Then it vanished, leaving only the wind and sky behind, and took her with it.

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I’ve made a few changes to chapter one.

On planet Eira the time of day never changes. On the day side of the planet people are healthy and happy. On the night side, the people live in poverty, their lives touched by conflict, crime and starvation. The day side sell their goods to the night side at high prices and grow wealthy from their misery. But on the island of Cendar, where the sun never sets, or truly rises, a resistance is growing, that wants to make a better world for everyone. Andera Merrers has almost given up hope that change will ever come, but when tragedy strikes her community she is forced to take matters into her own hands. Change can’t always come from within, and sometimes you have to fight to effect it.

Many thanks to my beta reader, Traumerei! (Edit: Traumerei has mysteriously disappeared/stopped answering my e-mails, and as such I will, for now, be posting the chapters unbetaed.)

Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three

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Fan Fiction

I mention on my about page that I like writing Fan Fiction, just for practice. So I thought I might share some of my best work with you. You can otherwise find a complete collection of my Harry Potter fan fiction here.

The following fanfics are all based on songs by Tool.

“I know the pieces fit cuz I watched them tumble down. No fault, none to blame. It doesn’t mean I don’t desire to point the finger, blame the other, watch the temple topple over; to bring the pieces back together, rediscover communication. Cold silence has a tendency to atrophy any sense of compassion between supposed lovers, between supposed brothers.”
In May 1945, Albus Dumbledore defeated the dark wizard Grindelwald. A few days after this, Albus ponders his life and the schism which, nearly fifty years prior, tore his life apart. Can his brother forgive him? Can he forgive Gellert Grindelwald?

The Patient
“I’m still right here, giving blood and keeping faith, and I’m still right here. If there were no rewards to reap, no loving embrace to see me through this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now. I’m gonna wait it out. Be patient… If there was no desire to heal, the damaged and broken met along this tedious path I’ve chosen here, I certainly would have walked away by now. And I still may.”
Neville sits in St. Mungo’s, contemplating the futility of sitting there, hoping that his parents will get better and knowing they won’t; wondering if he’ll ever dare to allow himself a life; wishing that things had been different, that he’d had a mother’s arms to comfort him when he was sad, that he’d had a longer childhood and that he dared tear himself off the path of tedium and self-pity he is on to go talk to someone who cares…

“It’s not enough, I need more. Nothing seems to satisfy. I don’t want it; I just need it to breathe, to feel, to know I’m alive. Deep within the Borderline… Show me that you love me and that we belong together. Relax, turn around and take my hand. I’ll keep digging till I feel something!”
Since losing all his closest friends, Remus has nothing left to live for. It’s as though he has lost all sensation, and despair is pressing in from all sides. Indulging in alcohol and casual sex, Remus tries desperately to find something that will make him feel again, but in the end there is only one thing that can…
WARNING: This story contains homosexuality, graphic sexual imagery and strong alcohol abuse. DO NOT read this if you’re uncomfortable with these things.

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Project: Vostok


Yuko Akai is a marine biologist with a taste for adventure. When she is asked to be a part of a project to explore the last body of untouched water on Earth – Lake Vostok in Antarctica, buried under three kilometers of ice, untouched for millions of years – she is very excited, but she soon begins to think that she may have bitten off a bit more than she can chew, especially when it is revealed that the project may develop into an expedition into space.

Chapter One
Chapter Two site down . ip info . Cchen jung knej

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