The Queen’s Guard. Part IV.

Parts I, II, & III are below this post.

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The Queen’s Guard. Part III.

Part I:

Part II:

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The Queen’s Guard. Part I.

I really enjoy watching a very basic idea take on a life of its own. It’s the greatest pleasure I get from writing; having new ideas pop up and take the story in directions I would never have planned if I concerned myself with story arcs, scenes, and all the technical correctness required if you write for money or the hope of money.

This story kept surprising me, and I can’t count the number of times I smiled as I finished one sentence only to have a new idea emerge that made the next sentence even more fun to write. I like this story.

The motivation initially came from two sources. Addy is writing a mythical world-building story that I really enjoy, and in recent news the Queen’s Guard in England had yet another run-in with an incredibly ignorant tourist.

I took the basic ideas of both of the above, in that this story is set in an alternative reality and involves the Queen’s Guard. As it progressed, the story became something else entirely, so I let it be what it wanted to be. Readers of some of my other stuff know that I like to hurt my heroes. A lot. In this story, there are several heroes and I hurt them all catastrophically.

My apologies in advance to my friends, who are characters in this story. I belted the shit out of all of you. This one’s for you.

Gigoid: (as Ned)

Addy: (as Aiden)

Warjna: (as Vanessa)

SouldierGirl:  (as Souldier/Kirsten)

Thumbup: (as Vickilin)

Special Guest Appearance by Bob the Wordless: (as Guard Robert).


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No, You’re Not Going Nuts.

Well, no more than usual. I had the first part of a longer story I called ‘The Queen’s Guard’ here. I just deleted it, and here’s why. It began as a simple idea but it’s taken on a life of its own. The more I write the next instalments the more I think I’m writing at the highest level of my ability. This is a story worth doing something with, so I’m going to be more careful with it. I’m also seriously thinking about making changes to it and turning it into a steampunk novella.

I started the story yesterday, and I wrote just over 7,000 words. The story isn’t close to being told and the steampunk idea could well turn it into 20,000 – 25,000 words or maybe more. When it’s done I might post it over on the private blog so you folks with access can tell me what you think. Apologies to those silent readers who came and looked, but I’ve said from the beginning that the stuff I post here is just for fun and practice. I don’t post the stuff out in the wild that I think is the best I can do.

Romulus and Rhema. Part 1.

Everyone loves werewolf stories. This one came to me last week and it was so compelling I stopped another story to catch this one while I could. I wrote a short for Wendig’s latest Challenge but really, that one was pretty different to this story.

I’m not a huge fan of following a formula; I’d rather write an ordinary story than a derivative one, and this is no exception. It’s not your usual boy-meets-girl, boy-eats-girl werewolf story. I wanted to see what it would be like to tell the story from the werewolf’s perspective. There are a few twists and turns, but I like this one. It’s a long story at around 8,000 words so I’m splitting it into four or five instalments. Pull up a chair.

Enjoy Romulus and Rhema.

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It Won’t Stay Dead. A Chuck Wendig ‘Dead Body’ Challenge MkII.

First, there were werewolves:

Now there’re zombies.

This is v.2.0 of the Chuck Wendig ‘Dead Body’ Challenge.

Here’s It Won’t Stay Dead.

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Romulus & Rhemus. A Chuck Wendig ‘Dead Body’ Challenge.

I haven’t done a Chuck Wendig Challenge for a while, but his latest one worked in well with a longer story (8,000 words) I’ve just written, so I wrote this one with the idea that it would be a prequel to that, but, as often happens, it took on a life of its own.

Here’s the Challenge:

Here’s Romulus & Rhemus. (The Werewolf Version).

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Lost In Transit.

In this next part of what’s sort of become known as the Soul Keeper series, I wanted to introduce some of the beauty and mysticism of my homeland, Wales (Cymru to the Welsh among us). So, the story includes names of places unreadable and unpronounceable to anyone other than the Welsh or those who speak it. Make up your own pronunciation; it’s just a story. 🙂 You can, however, check Google Maps and Images to see more of some of the places mentioned; they’re real.

In this story, Dafydd (David in English) the Soul Keeper, undertakes journeys. One is physical and the other, well, you’ll see. This is a transitioning story, in that it sets the scene for a more important setting in the story after this.

Here’s where it began. The Soul Keeper.

Then there was this. Because I Said I Would.

Followed by this. The Disobedient Soul Keeper.

And now there’s this.


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The Disobedient SoulKeeper.

This is an odd sort of story and it feels unfinished to me, but I’m still recovering from the workweeks from hell, so this is all I have. It’s a continuation in the theme of Soul Keepers and the Presence, which I’ve written about before. In this one, however, I wanted to explore the downside of an involuntary spiritual awakening.

I wanted the character to struggle with the differences in perception between doing what’s right and doing what appears right. So, this story is a little dark, unforgiving, and unresolved.

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The Journey Without Distance.

So, this is a sort of prequel to the Dylan and Evelyn stories.

1. I Will Not Be That For You

2. Not What I Expected

3. Everything I’d Hoped For

4. Because I said I Would

I just can’t work up any enthusiasm for Evie so once again I’ve made her a bit player, a reference point, to tell the background story of Dylan. Hopefully, it fills in a few gaps about how Dylan came to care so ‘quickly’ for Evie. There’s also some stuff about the Presence, because that seems to capture peoples’ imaginations.


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Telephone Line

I originally threw this in when I started blogging here a few months ago, but I think it was buried in everything I uploaded that day. I like this story; always have done.


My second attempt at a love story. Inspired by a friend who asked me if I thought real love ever dies. I said I wasn’t sure if I’d fallen in love before, but I knew I’d trodden in it a few times. Writing this short story was a way to avoid the good slapping I no doubt deserved.

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Punching Dyslexia in its fucking face

Because being a really good person should be rewarded. Addy’s a great guy. Dyslexia’s a huge hurdle for a writer, but he has that kind of courage to just keep going. Visit. Follow. Chat. Worth it.

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So writing and dyslexia have never gone well together. The structure and tones would be horrible, the character creation would be a struggle and don’t get me started on the grammar and spelling.

Basically it would be hard work for the writer and a harder job for the reader reading his/her work.

The dyslexic writer might not even know the work is bad or would be staring at a word that looks completely wrong yet the spell checker isn’t doing anything with it, stumping the writing progress forever. And it is tough.

Imagine going through school wanting to do something academic and seeing your grades fall despite the hours of studying while your friends don’t study and get straight A’s. Or even going into a separate class because of your “disability”.

And in a roundabout way it is a disability. You can walk down your street and ask people if…

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