I succesfully survived October – I did lots of things this month. Showed two films, helped organise Bristol HorrorCon at which I interviewed Kim Newman and organised several panels including the hilarious Celebrity Dead Author Match (if I say so myself – but then the panelists supplied the hilarity) . helped organise Bristol Festival of Literature which seemed another great success, spooky tales in the graveyard, the flash slam, crime in the caves and so much more and BristolCon for which the feedback has made all the hard work the committee do seem worth it (I don’t include myself in that – the others worked much harder than me)
So what’s next?
I’m going to have a few quiet weeks (while also continuing to write The Certainty of Dust and edit Seven Deadly Swords). The next event I’ll be at is Tuesday 28th November at the Berkeley Square Poetry Revue where I’ll be performing some flash fiction. Do come along.
As a Halloween bonus here’s a Flash that I performed at the Bristol Flash Fiction day a couple of years back:
I awake to darkness. Secured to a chair. Naked and not alone.
I can hear breathing. Male, excited, heavy, intimate. There is another noise. Fleshy, rhythmic, disturbing, unmentionable.
Can’t breathe, need air. ‘Be strong, be Strong’. I chant to myself. The ropes hurt me. “Please” I say desperately. The rhythm increases speed. Tears fall in rivulets.
There’s a sudden noise. It’s a door bell. He grunts in surprise.
There is a pause. Rustling, zipping, shuffling, annoyed. A door opens nearby. I still cannot see.
He walks away. The door swings shut. I choose my moment. They will hear me. I scream and scream. I pause to listen. I can hear voices. Deep breath, more screaming. I listen and hope.
Is it my rescue? Voices again, shouting… laughing? The door opens again. They are inside now. Oh God, oh, no. These are his friends.