Writer of Speculative Fiction and Masher of Notes for the Broken-Hearted

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“Egg” Shortlisted for Dinesh Allirajah Prize

Pleased to announce that “Egg” has been shortlisted for the Dinesh Allirajah Prize hosted by Comma Press and UCLAN!

In this Artificial Intelligence short story, the steel-shelled anti-hero travels from the ashes of his creator’s mansion to a Pacific paradise with the aid of various humans along the way.

Thanks to Comma Press, UCLAN and all concerned. It’s a real honour to have been shortlisted and I wish the best of luck to my fellow shortlistees!

“Egg” is scheduled for publication in the Comma Press Anthology out later this year.

In the meantime, check out some of my other short stories, poetry and interactive fiction.

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The Horseman’s Dream and Dartmoor

The photo could have come straight from The Horseman’s Dream: a white colt galloping across a stormy Dartmoor.


Looking at the rest of the photographer’s work, it was clear that it wasn’t a one-off. His feed is full of powerful, nuanced wildlife photography. I strongly suggest you go there now and give him a follow.
https://www.instagram.com/thealphador/

That night, I dreamt vividly about the photograph and The Horseman’s Dream. I wandered Dartmoor with the horse just like John Muldoon, searching for a meaning. Next morning, I woke up to a kind message, saying I could use it for the cover if I liked.

Whoa.

Bearing in mind that The Horseman’s Dream is about the significance of dreams and communication through them, I was a bit freaked out. In a good way, of course.

After chewing the Instafat a little with The Alphador, he seems like a top guy as well as a supremely talented photographer, so please give him a follow and check out his stunning work. You won’t be disappointed.

Oh, and feel free to check out my scribblings, fixings and noodlings, while you’re over at Instagram.
https://www.instagram.com/aylareidthis/

If you’d like to find out about the origins of The Horseman’s Dream, click HERE.

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Echo Chamber

Goodnight, my love,
Sleep well in your chamber,
See you in a while,
You’ll be in no danger,
From the voice that dares ask,
Any question at all,
To the strong and the stable,
Of their thirst for our thrall.
Goodnight, my love,
Your skin has grown paler,
Behind the chamber’s glass,
You’ve become your own jailer,
Closing the hatch,
On your reverberant hole,
You settle comfortably into the role,
And a tear of mine drops to the floor,
While stiff regret haunts my jaw.
Enjoy your cocktails of blood,
And the inevitable flood,
Of warmth in your veins,
As you calmly peruse,
Systematic abuse,
As long as no-one complains,
Of secrets and lies,
Where the dead go to live,
When their sympathy dies.
Through the chainmail I hear,
An echo of you,
Through the telegraph wire,
And the turn of the screw,
From the sky up above,
To the sinner below,
A picture is painted,
That he’ll never know.
Goodnight my love,
This is the last time I’ll come,
The chamber’s cold glass,
Has turned my lips numb.
Goodnight, my love,
I will cherish our time,
But I am no longer yours,
And you, no longer mine.

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The Horseman’s Dream Update

It’s taken me years of drafts, scraps and rewrites to get to this point.  Since I was (and still am) no scientist, I read psychology books and articles daily during those years for the sole purpose of writing The Horseman’s Dream.  I studied other fields of science, met with psychologists, military veterans and brushed up on my theology, or divinity, as we used to call it when I were a lad.  I’ve even visited abandoned Victorian lunatic asylums in the dead of night on the Welsh moors and consulted with staff at the notorious Ashworth Hospital.  Over the years, researching this book has led me to a cup of coffee with the local vicar; chicken, greens and cornbread with a preacher from Mississippi; beer with a Zionist and lasagne with an evangelist from Birkenhead, amongst others.  It’s been an obsession by most psychological standards.  I remember how it started: sitting in a garage, waiting for my car to be MOT’d and the only reading material provided was Heat magazine and the Holy Bible.  The juxtaposition of the two texts right there on the coffee table set a few wheels in motion concerning doctrine, escapism, existence and control.  I scribbled as much down as I could while I was waiting, paid my bill, then drove home to resume scribbling.  The idea was so absurdly complicated that it’s taken me this long to unravel it into a story, rather than a rant.

Writing Third Person Multiple POV makes it obvious why many successful actors also write: it’s an extension of what they have already practised and honed for years.  Imagining how a completely different personality would respond in any given situation whilst retaining authenticity is a dark art indeed, but what fun.  Apart from the needs of the story, the Third Person Multiple ties in with the psychological/sociological subject matter of the book: the broadcasting of the contents of peoples’ minds for entertainment and propaganda purposes.  Alternate reality entertainment, if you like.  At least, that’s the kind of pretentious tagline that Grosvenor Media favour when advertising Totem.

The TV was an amazing invention, as was the internet.  You may have noticed my use of past tense there.  I used it because they have been hijacked, restricted, censored and controlled to suit the demands of very wealthy corporations and individuals even now in 2015.  It begs the question of who provides our reality and just how far our illusions go.  What would you do if faced with the truth behind the veil?  Would you beg for the illusion to resume or would you revel in your freedom from it?

Horseman's Dream Logo-Recovered

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