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In my mid twenties I wrote a series of feature and short film scripts as a hobby. That passion has now generated to aspiring to have my work published. On my Short Stories Pages read some of my sample work.

The Treeman’s Curse

‘The Treeman’s Curse’ is a book I have originally self-published. I am in the process of re-writing it with the goal to submit it to a publishing house. There are 5 books in the Treeman’s Curse series.


Over the years I have written blogs around my travel experiences, thoughts and feelings inspired by present day themes and about the journey of how The Treeman’s Curse was first self-published. Visit my Blogs page to read more.

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    8th Apr 2023 by

    ‘Three-hundred-year-old tapestries. Five-hundred-year-old medieval weaponry. Not even a glance. But this?’ Fredrick’s voice was exceedingly loud. Not that William could hear him. His jaw movements and the urgency in his signing gave it away. Wearing the overpriced headphones, like their classmates who wandered the museum with the narrator waffling in his ear, did not help.… Read more


    27th Apr 2022 by

          A minute! That is all it took for the culprit to execute their criminal act. Twenty-two anxious pairs of eyes saw my expression when I discovered the delinquent act. Their mouths were open, heads turning in unison like a pack of sideshow clown heads, attempting to mask their emotions and bluff my intuition.             … Read more

  • Short Story: The Memory Tree

    27th Apr 2022 by

          All Janet wanted was for her father to remember who she was. Ten years she had spent searching for what could cure her father’s dementia. It was a tip from her friend, Monica, that led her to Shung Chi Chen’s ‘Mystical Wonders’ store. There she stood, waiting, breathing in the aromas of burning incense,… Read more

  • The Silhouette Man

    13th Nov 2021 by

       ‘One item?’    ‘Quite peculiar, don’t you think?’      Click! Through the blinds of the apartment opposite Gemma and Grace, the silhouette of a man snapped a suitcase shut. The noise swirled in the breeze from his apartment to where the girls spied on him.      ‘The third time this week,’ said Gemma.     … Read more

  • Short Story: The Author’s Attic

    13th Nov 2021 by

    Why did I agree to this dare? Was it the mystery, the rumours, or its intriguing backstory behind this famous house?         Creak! Creak! Creak! The prolonged, piercing racket swirled in the spine-chilling breeze each occasion my foot touched the weathered, fragile, moss-covered deck. I studied every inch of the outer structure of the mysterious… Read more


    2nd Jul 2021 by

       ‘Why would a psychic send me here?’    I scratched my head, my face scrunched at the stench of a muddy trail at the border of Romeo’s Labyrinth, a piece of paper flapping in my hand.    ‘And give me this riddle? I wanted answers about my wife, not some treasure hunt.’    I… Read more

  • Short Story: The Connection Tree

    26th May 2021 by

          White light flashed through the window, briefly brightening an otherwise gloomy room. Crack! Boom! Growl! The structure of the house shook at the vibration of the rumbling bellow from the sky. Nick did not flinch. His attention transfixed on his mother, bedridden, under the coverage of 3 thick blankets.      ‘Not long now!’      … Read more

  • Short Story: Right Turn

    12th Apr 2021 by

    ‘How could you be so stupid, Fredrick?’ ‘The Sat Nav told me to turn left.’ ‘And you listened to it. Don’t blame others for your stupidity Fredrick.’ The same conversation had polluted the car with negativity for the last 45 minutes. Fredrick wanted her to stop, but he knew her too well.   ‘Now we are… Read more

  • Short Story: Last Call

    12th Apr 2021 by

    Footsteps crunched along the gravelled path towards an old red telephone box. Then they stopped. Hopper hesitated, horrified by the news he had foreseen. He hated his gift. It had haunted him for years. However, this vision rocked him to his core. His stomach churned, his legs heavy as led, and his hands juggled a… Read more

  • Short Story: One and Only

    12th Apr 2021 by

    Three spare seats accompanied Peter at the Art table. His first day in a new school. The vacant chairs summed up his first day – Lonely. No one acknowledged his existence during homeroom. Mr. Dinglebuck mispronounced his name in English class, and the canteen had messed up his order. How could someone get a pie… Read more

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