Short Story submissions

This morning I posted off two of my earliest stories that have yet to find themselves published, Midnight on the Jetty, and The Raid. Midnight is bound for the UK, hopefully to become a part of the Cold Flesh anthology. The Raid is off to the US, as a long shot for Fighting Chance magazine. Both are good in their own way, but reflect only specific aspects of my writing. As an aside, the Joondalup delivery centre staff seem to have never heard of IRCs for overseas return postage. Waiting there for eternal minutes while they figured out what I wanted only confirms the supremacy of email submissions. Why the hell do editors want hardcopy, especially when they state they will ask for an electronic copy if the story is selected? Madness! Anyway, back to the stories.

The Raid is a homage to the action style of Matthew Reilly. I wrote it before his latest, Scarecrow, came out. When I read his book, I immediately saw the similiarities (ultra-fast pace action, punchy paragraphs). Oddly, I didn’t like the book, just as I know genre editors won’t like the story. The action is such a whirlwind, the details become a blur. Here’s hoping Fighting Chance will enjoy it for that very reason.

Midnight on the Jetty is a very different tale. Barely a story, but much more than simply a scene, it was like contempt poured onto a page when I wrote it. The inner musings of a man who doesn’t give a shit. I like the story for the quality of its descriptive prose, the vehemence of the nameless main character’s thoughts as he walks the jetty, and the claustraphobic submersion scene.

In fact, now I think about it, the death at the end was probably my first murder penned in a short story. It’s odd that with a growing number of horror stories, I rarely murder or kill off the characters. Perhaps maiming and tormenting sits better with me (with examples in Firewall v1.1, Hear No Evil, The Black Door, Ian and Sobek’s Tears amongst others)? Maybe that is the mark of a true horror writer – the savouring of suffering. A quick end is a release, not a punishment (I remember something similar said in the movie Dragonheart, by the snot-nosed evil king).

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