In April 2017, Theresa May went on a visionary walk that inspired her to hold a surprise General Election. That decision led to disaster. This pamphlet describes an attempt, in April 2018, to repeat that fateful walk.
Thatcher in the Rye is first in a series of pamphlets about hiking and Brexit. A 28-page zine (8500 words) it tries to work out where we go next. The second edition will be printed in early 2018, and includes minor corrections and updates from the first edition.
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(The title comes from a tweet by Jonathan Dean)
I’ve finally produced something new, a tiny book of horror stories.
I fell in love with short stories through the old Best New Horror collections edited by Stephen Jones, borrowed from Harlow library. Horror fiction gave me my first glimpse of how many different things could be done with a few thousand words.
Yes, a lot of it was terrible, but the lack of limits on horror fiction allows leaps of imagination and emotion that literary fiction would never dare.
Five Horror Stories is an A7-sized book containing five complete horror stories. It’s available via post for £1.
A first collection of short-stories by James Burt. It’s an A7-sized volume with 6 stories, totalling fewer than 600 words, written in the Not-For the Faint-Hearted workshop. Rosy Carrick said that it was “The best collection of stories I’ve ever read“, and you can trust her as she’s a doctor.
Copies of this booklet are £1 including postage and packing. What are you waiting for?
Over the past few months I’ve been writing stories about a man who is haunted by HP Lovecraft. As the thing grew, I gave copies to a few people, scrappy pieces printed out on A4 paper and folded up. Nothing more than simple scraps of paper, printed out on my inkjet:
Horror should be intimate. When screening footage of natural disasters, news channels look for little details, personalising the catastophe. No matter how big the horror, people only experience these disasters personally; and Lovecraft wrote about the cosmic horrors through their effect on a single narrator. These stories are particularly intimate. Some of them are not appropriate for wider distribution, because they’re libellous, betray confidences, or are simply things I’d be uncomfortable distributing widely.
I’m now publishing some of these stories. The first version of Lovecraft in Brighton contains about a dozen stories (the exact number depending on which ones I put in). If you want to read it, then I’ll charge £2.50. For every copy sold, the price will go up by 10p – but I’ll add in an extra story, until I’ve added 50 stories. Once I’ve reached that mark, everyone will get a PDF or ebook copy of the final text.
(Well, most of the final text. There are some stories that won’t ever be published in an easily-distributed electronic form).
Just press the button below to buy a copy – it’s currently up to £3.10 + 50p postage. Allow up to a month for delivery.