How To Write Badly Well

Dear readers, If any of you are in or around London on Wednesday 25th August, I’ll be performing a live show based on this blog at the Hom...

‘What are you working on, Pen?’ He leaned over her shoulder to look. Penelope put her hand over the page. ‘It’s nothing. It’s just...’ She ...

Dash Gallant stood over the cowering traitor, his dark eyes twinkling with disappointment. He ran a muscular hand through his thick, luscio...

Digory Dog closed the door of his tumble-down house behind him and sat down in his favourite chair. ‘Thank goodness that’s all over,’ he si...

Christopher, head of molecular biology at ICSBS, was just coming to the end of a long day in the lab. He was about to hang up his goggles a...

The Doctor sat down and removed his glasses. ‘I’m afraid the situation is very serious,’ he said. I scanned his face for clues. ‘Is it...’ ...

By the time the family had gathered their possessions, it was close to lunchtime. ‘I’m hungry,’ said Becky. ‘When are we eating?’ ‘Certainl...

As I dangled from the precipice, I felt absolutely certain that I would die. My fingers were slipping slowly but inevitably from the ledge...