Foreword
‘The Dancer’ is by far the darkest of all short stories I've written . The idea came after I had frittered away an afternoon on social media, observing faces that smiled without reason, laughed without laughter. A world within a world, an illusion masquerading as reality and truth; I saw pictures and videos of people selling their dignity for small change, in the hope of finding fame and favor. After the entertainment had waned I looked over said videos and photos with an assessing eye, I began to consider their limits, wondering what they would sacrifice to finally make it and how far they were willing to go to obtain the stain of celebrity, stardom and wealth? ‘The Dancer’ asks this very question of Egypt, a young woman who can’t seem to catch her big break – until she is offered one that she discovers has interesting stipulations…
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Foreword
‘A Town Called Hague’ is a spin-off from my second published piece of work, called ‘The Springs’, both born of my Stephen King-inspired fear, love and overall fascination with what I’ve coined ‘small-town horror fiction’. Small towns are places where everyone knows everyone – their patterns of behavior, interests, history and secrets; some small and innocent, some extraordinarily dark and disturbing.
Small towns, unlike cities, leave little room for full un-interfered-independence, almost forcing – by method of condensed radius – their residents to interact, react, fight, love, hate and, if needs be, build or destroy together. The town I’m about to walk you through has one hell of a secret which the residents tend to daily in order to keep things ticking over. A secret so deadly that, if ignored, they may never see daylight again or, worse, develop a strange aversion to it. So, find somewhere comfortable to sit, turn out the light, and let us head down into a little town called Hague, where the way of life is not as simple as we would like to believe...
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‘A Town Called Hague’ is a spin-off from my second published piece of work, called ‘The Springs’, both born of my Stephen King-inspired fear, love and overall fascination with what I’ve coined ‘small-town horror fiction’. Small towns are places where everyone knows everyone – their patterns of behavior, interests, history and secrets; some small and innocent, some extraordinarily dark and disturbing.
Small towns, unlike cities, leave little room for full un-interfered-independence, almost forcing – by method of condensed radius – their residents to interact, react, fight, love, hate and, if needs be, build or destroy together. The town I’m about to walk you through has one hell of a secret which the residents tend to daily in order to keep things ticking over. A secret so deadly that, if ignored, they may never see daylight again or, worse, develop a strange aversion to it. So, find somewhere comfortable to sit, turn out the light, and let us head down into a little town called Hague, where the way of life is not as simple as we would like to believe...
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