Welcome, to…
The Long Gallery
The Long Gallery came to me as a bit of a fever dream. Like how Sir Arthur Conan Doyle explained how Sherlock Holmes organized his mind, I found a similar way. In my mind I see my work hanging in a gallery, the covers of my work displayed in gilded frames.
So I brought it to life here, in The Long Gallery.
Little portals to my work.
I hope you enjoy.
And remember, some works contained within this site depict scenes of gore, or sexual content, and may be disturbing to some…
But that’s the point, fear not the written word for the reaction it elicits is but a reflection of our own self and the mirror it holds up to our own insecurities.
Love it, like you should love yourself, for fear, sadness, unease, these are the little things that make us who we are…
That “isim” that makes you special.
The Archives
A Wyrd Mirror
Dreamscape Stories
Fluv, and the Nine Horizons
Tales from the Edge
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The Price & the Progress
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Hero for Hire: Part 5
The onlookers were still gawking at them, standing on the rim of the mine’s crater like walls like fools on the shelf in some crazed emporium. Yammering figures that milled about trying to get a better view of the freaks to jeer at. Drake felt like he had never felt before, powerful and dangerous, but overstimulated. He, like any other mundane person before him, knew little of how powers came to a person. All scientists knew was that it all started when an alien device appeared around the sun making a line of pure darkness appear to split the light
April 8, 2025
Rock Hop: Part 3
Back in her room Jack stripped down and scrubbed herself down with a dry towel, quickly getting into her space suit. Jack also dropped off a bit of breakfast for Drew though she didn’t even look at it. Then she headed down to the rig bay. Her rig stood with all the others, a private contractor before the accident hers looked very different from the Earth Protectorate rigs. Her, Screamer, as she called her, was a racer unit; sleek like a jet fighter, with sharp angular fins, a recessed head, and high thrust rockets. Jack had even integrated a full
April 3, 2025
The Wired: Part 4
The room was split into two, well lit in the entryway and a literal void beyond the doorway to the actual operating room. “Why is it so dark?” Roger smiled as he watched the others wheel Brian in and down the walkway into the room. “The surgery must be performed in zero light, and with as little sound as possible, Safehaven here is coated in a paint so dark it absorbs ninety-nine point eight percent light, I call it Void Black, not for sale yet, but I know a lot of artists who will go psycho for it once we
April 2, 2025
Lemony Sweet: Part 3 The Finale… For Now
Ray sat back at his desk, staring at the paperwork there. It was from his lawyer, a list of greavences caused by what was going on. Ray had done commercials for years, musical scores, voice overs, folly work, sometimes all at the same time. He was saught after for his ability to change his voice, people liked him… Usually. He had moved all the way out here to live his dream, voicing the main charater in an animated adaption of his favourite book. No more bit parts, or comercials. Sure the pay wasn’t stellar, but he had always been good
March 27, 2025
Stories You can only find in the Long Gallery
This Wonderful World
Big Iz
A Tribute to a Legend
At three a.m. one day in nineteen eighty-eight, Israel Kamakawiwo’ole called a recording studio to request a session. Its owner and engineer, Milan Bertosa, agreed to record him if he could get there in fifteen minutes.
But why did he need to record this song? And why right then?
I like to think it was something magical, and out of this world.
