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The Crabface Contract

The Crabface Contract

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The journal KUT asked me to submit a story for their latest issue, and so I submitted my new short story, The Crabface Contract. Today my short story got published, along with many other great stories from incredible African writers. One of my favourite short stories in this edition is an intriguing science fiction story titled Downgraded, by the amazing writer Akaliza Keza Gara. You can click here to read my story over on the KUT website. Image credits: Original image found at pixabay.com (License:…

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Before Devil’s Village (Chapter One)

Before Devil’s Village (Chapter One)

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My short story Devil’s Village, which was shortlisted for the Writivism 2015 Short Story Prize, is part of a novel I am working on. The Devil’s Village story actually takes place well into this novel. What follows is the work in progress of Chapter One of that novel.   Western and Central African Allied Territory had been living under uninterrupted martial law for a whole generation. The Committee had designated this a military issue and declared a state of emergency…

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The Boy Who Speaks To Trees

The Boy Who Speaks To Trees

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In the forest behind the other tree with the hole in it, the one with the hole in the ground behind it, the hole where the hairy things live, the hole in the other tree with the hole in it is a door to the village where the hungry things live. The hungry things that keep the hairy things down in the hole in the ground behind the other tree with the hole in it. The hole that is the…

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Devil’s Village (Shortlisted for the Writivism 2015 Short Story Prize)

Devil’s Village (Shortlisted for the Writivism 2015 Short Story Prize)

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The cortical implant in my head was disconnected from all networks and my Heads-Up Display was offline. There were three Cleopatras on our flight and the Crew Chief’s Operations Protocol demanded a total communications blackout. The dim red LED strips cast a gloomy aura around the Irish priest who sat across the aisle from me. Maybe the guy really was gloomy. The only other passengers were the heavily armed Ukrainian Bravo Team and their guest, a limp bundle of broken…

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