Do you seek worlds other than the mundane, do you yearn to peek beyond the veil to see what wonders lie a breath away from our living realm? In the space between seconds and within the light in the darkest night all things are both true and untrue. Invisible, intangible, real as your last breath.
Search for untold worlds, countless tales balanced on a knife’s edge. If it is never spoken, will it cease to exist? Allow yourself to be transported elsewhere, for a moment, for a lifetime, for the time it takes you to exhale. For we all sleep, we all dream…
Between cancer (not mine!), COVID, and moving laterally into an entirely unfamiliar business and trade, I’ve been overwhelmed and generally down. But I’m on antidepressants and feeling like some of the mojo’s back, so… here. We. Goooooo!!
Volume 3 ‘River Riot’ has just been released after a small delay. If you need more pigs in your life, look no further! Also, due to a combination of factors, flash fiction updates on the site will take a brief break and will return on the 6th of December.
Volume 2 of the ‘Porcine Paladins’ comic is out, and the format’s been changed so you no longer have to pay shipping. Find out more about that, and what I’ve been up to since the last news post, here!
Jakara was out on the rocks amidst the tidepools, the high tide lapping hungrily at the stones. He had a pail half-full of fat crabs, clicking away angrily at him, when he heard the cries for help. Carefully, sure-footed, he clambered over the rocks and peered into the briny cave high above the kelp that bounded the upper limit of the waves.
We rolled down the hill together, hands clasped tight. The sky flashed past in bursts, now blue, now white, blue, blue, white until the ground ate it in hungry gulps and everything was green. We smelled like grass and crumpled flowers. Mouths stained with berry juice, knees with grass, we laughed through the summer and rolled down the hill.
People like to talk about love at first sight a lot. Meeting someone’s eyes across the cafeteria, that frisson of tension, that spark when two souls connect for just a moment. Or that barest of touches when returning a dropped book, skin against feverish skin. I’d had one or two such moments, in my time. But there are other moments of connection, ones that are often overlooked.
It was just a bit of fun. No-one really believed in Blanca Mortons, but had you really even done your last year in social studies and psychology without investigating the most popular campus legend?
We had fifteen minutes.
It took three for Nuru to wake up properly; the tray rattled out of the wall like a final breath, dispensing her with all the clinical efficiency of a morgue. Her fingers were cold. Too cold.
The rain washed out the streetlights and blurred the city streets as they passed by. Everything was muted, tinted blue and grey, made to shimmer as though the rain had filled the streets and now they drove through wide, empty ocean caverns, once-houses forming the rock walls.
Join Tiny, Ariel and Sowdie as they fight for truth, freedom and food.
But mostly for food.
When something threatens the peace of the pigs’ domain, not to mention their naps, will there be a sweet reward or a bitter defeat waiting for them?
Join Tiny, Ariel and Sowdie as they fight for truth, freedom and food.
But mostly for food.
There’s a mystery in the garden, and Ariel and Tiny are determined to solve it. Delicious chocolate just left lying around where anybody could find it, and someone’s concerned about and assassin in pince nez.
Just what is going on?
Join Tiny, Ariel and Sowdie as they fight for truth, freedom and food.
But mostly for food.
Thunder rumbles in the distance, but despite the season it seems like rain is still a distant dream. When Ka comes to visit, Sowdie and Chidi go to the river to find out why the rains haven’t arrived.
Perhaps something has disturbed the river’s guardian?
Cute prints of the three pigs and the mango tree spirit from Volume 1 of the Porcine Paladins comic series. Postcards can be bought individually or as a set of four. Please note that postcards do not have anything on the back; they’re just nice prints.