Work in progress
This section is a rough guide to what I’m working on at the moment. It won’t list everything, generally just the work that is moving along. I usually have many stories on the go, most of which have been put to one side to be picked up later. The ones that I’m actively writing appear here.
Pacifica (Novella, Science Fiction)
The capital city of the Pacific Union; Pacifica lies at the heart of the pacific ocean. Spider-like machines build the city ever outwards upon hollow blocks. The city is the jewel of the world; wealthy, mighty, high-tech, the cross roads and the melting pot. But crime is rife and the criminals are barbaric. Luke Balmer, a street cop finds himself drawn into a crime which is beyond both him and the city’s central computer; a crime linked to a criminal who could change Pacifica, and the world, forever.
Excerpt
Salama Djin watches the waves beat upon the generators beyond the edge of the pier. Beyond that the turning blades of the windmills catch his eye, and beyond that the setting sun sends slivers of orange through distant clouds. It is warm tonight, but he shivers and turns to the car, its little electric engine near silent, barely audible, but still running. He has twenty minutes before the SCARC code changes; before the fake transmitter he plugged into the car becomes unable to pretend to the city central computer that it’s legit. He pulls out a cigarette and lights it. He really shouldn’t be smoking right now, but he doesn’t give a shit, it’s something for his hand to do. Then he sees the headlights he’s been waiting for. A car pulls up, silently, and two men dressed in workers overalls get out and greet him. One turns the car and backs it up towards his boot. Djin opens his trunk and the two men remove the body, throwing it carelessly into their trunk.
Razzmatazz (Novella, Science Fiction)
I wouldn’t even like to speculate, at this stage, on where they story is going nor how it might turn out. Here is a small excerpt from the work.
Excerpt
He watched her through the glass while she slept. Her brow was high, noble, intelligent. She looked obviously Asian, though she spoke no known language, and her DNA had confirmed that she was, indeed, Asian, though there were discrepancies even there. He watched the rise and fall of her chest, and the total tranquillity which came over her only when she slept. Her eyes were closed, her nose small and perfect, but her lab given clothes only hid her figure, a figure that he now imagined. He placed his hand upon the glass, while his eyes took her in like a gentle taste of honey, daring not to take too much in, lest he be over powered. It was then he realised with a certain sense of terror, that he was falling in love with the woman on the other side of the glass, a woman who was a classified prisoner of this most secret of research facilities, who he could never be with. She awoke then, and smiled at him. It was a terrible smile, as if she knew also what was happening to him, and knew that he was about to do something stupid.
Very stupid.
