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.
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A Wyrd Mirror
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Fluv, and the Nine Horizons
Tales from the Edge
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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
Draco Drusus, Vigiles Legate: Part 2
The pain in his arm was crawling up into his shoulder, the obstreperous thing that lurked, crawling beneath his flesh, whispering in his ear. HUnt DestRoy DeVouR He had long since come to terms with the curse his so-called gift brought him, it was his own fault anyways. His insatiable thirst for knowledge was nothing to sniff at. He had been taught by the best, sat in reverence of the greatest minds to lecture. But he had delved too deeply, and sought answers to questions that should never have been asked. And Draco had found answers. He had become a
March 26, 2025
P.I. Polly Investigations, in… Une Lucky Vixen
The drive over was quiet but for the radio, soft jazz, but not even that could cool my blood. The driver seemed shook, but I tossed him a fiver and he kept his cool. The cab pulled up and the usher caught the door for me, he stepped back giving me the long eye but I didn’t have time for yokels. The easel by the door had a poster, Inkspots in Lounge. My favourite band, maybe if the feathers didn’t hit the fan I’d have time for number. That was a mistake. The floorboss saw me sidle through the doors
March 23, 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.
