Writing
Top level category for all my scribblings
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I Hate it Here
I hate what they have made the world to beThe rank corruptionAnd not just the monetary kindI mean complete moral, ethical corruptionNecrotic, gangrenous, cancerous putrefactionThe way they have degraded everythingPulled us down to their levelInto the filth where they wallowAll that they touch rotsIt sticks to everything we doThe deformation of normalityOf civilityAt first we…
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The Soteriologist
I suppose you could call this a companion piece to the “Soteriology” story, but the only real link between them is the (rather pretentious) titles I gave them both. Instead of a society working to save all its people from damnation, this story concerns itself with how a super powered being would choose who to…
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Canary Wharf Gothic
A little while ago I had a mini obsession with the “XXXX gothic” pieces, and decided to draft one for an area I know well – Canary Wharf in London’s Docklands – an area that has seen significant investment and building, with an influx of business and people. But like most places it has its…
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I, Corporation
I almost cannot believe that I do not have a post or any content relating to my other “novel in progress” (or rather more accurately stalled and unsure if it will ever get picked up again) I, Corporation. It was supposed to be my third book, and a deliberate break in style – an attempt…
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Displacement
Like TSoW post, this exists to allow me to add a Category and tags to the page for Displacement. And again, if you like the sound of the book, it’s here on Amazon.
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The Stealer of Worlds
This post exists to allow me to add a Category and some tags to the page for The Stealer of Worlds, the YA book I wrote waaaaaayyyyy back when… If you happen to find your way to this then go check out the book on Amazon – thanks!
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Untitled Everywoman
Back when I was a LOT younger, I wrote the lyrics to a handful of songs. As with a lot of my writing, going back and doing a re-read of them now with the benefit of hindsight and being a trans person, I can see me, the real female me, trying to tell the old…
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Killing Us
This is a piece I wrote back in February 2023 just after the transphobic murder of Brianna Ghey. Depressingly, I’ve had to add a couple of new lines to it to cater for the people who are now willingly lending their talent and fame to the further enrichment of the person who is successfully winning…
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Soteriology
This story came from an idea I will be using in a later work, but which started as “a hazmat suit which could withstand Hell”. From that idea came the first line – after all, humanity’s first foray into the Inferno would likely not go well. Of all the recent crop of short stories I’ve…
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Albion’s Witness
I took this photo walking on the Downs in late July, still trying to make sense of the country I had grown up in, and what it had done to me, and all trans people. Seeing this old(ish) waypoint marker made me think of “Albion” and the ancient land I stood on, and how we…
Beckbridge - sometime scribbler 