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Hello everyone,

I’m pleased to say that I have finally gotten around to getting episode one of my proposed flash fiction series entitled ‘The Call of a Myth’. The number of episodes is still unknown to me let alone to my readers! :-) Hope people enjoy this.


Flash Fiction Series – The Calling of a Myth

Episode One

Flash. Flash.

Balls of light zoomed around Justine’s head in an ever tightening motion, her dark blue hair lifting up in the air from some unknown force. ‘I don’t like it… I don’t like it!’ she cried, fear gripping her fragile heart with a fearless embrace. ‘Please stop…’ Sounds of water suddenly whooshed about her slender figure along with the light, making her shiver and wretch violently.

‘Enough!’ a voice boomed from beyond the blinding mist. ‘She has satisfied the test.’

The cascade of magic was released and disappeared almost instantly, the soft essence of a thin shroud of water the only thing left lingering.

Justine swallowed hard and looked up with her dark brown eyes at the solitary figure standing before her. She licked her lips in an effort to make them more pliant. ‘Lord Mage Velkus… have I passed the test?’ She held her hands together in front of her tightly clasped.

Velkus, an aged man with a mane of dark grey hair and a thick grey beard, stroked his chin with forefinger and thumb thoughtfully. ‘I believe I am sufficiently satisfied.’

‘May I ask what it was all in aid of? You never told me anything other than I had to partake in order to rise above other mages.’ She idly began to smooth her dishevelled hair.

The old man smiled faintly, averting his blue eyes to the chunky silver ring on his right forefinger. ‘It was a new form of stress test for your body,’ he explained. ‘Some of the researchers in the basement labs came up with an idea to expose a subject to a variety of magical elements. In your case it was light, water and fear magic.’

Justine stopped her unconscious preening. ‘Fear magic? I thought the use of emotion modifiers was limited?’ She flung her mind out in search for an answer, but found nothing.

‘I wouldn’t do that if I were you,’ warned Velkus. ‘You maybe one of the best psychic mages we have, but you’re not good enough to tap into my mind.’ He raised a wise eyebrow and glared at her. ‘You’re here because the high lords believe they can trust you.’

An ominous cloud quickly formed above Justine in the high reaching stone ceilings. She looked around nervously and focused on the crackling fireplace in the northern side of the room. It mesmerised her and reminded her of her younger days back home in the southern reaches of the woodlands. Where she came from was considerably warmer than the middle lands she found herself in these days. She had journeyed north from her native woodland village of Cadlaberon to the world renowned school of magic when she had reached her limits of knowledge back home.

She shook her head when Velkus repeatedly clicked his fingers. ‘You listening, Justine?’ he asked with a harshened tone of voice.

Justine pursed her lips and smiled apologetically. ‘I’m sorry, Lord Mage. Erm… may I asked what the high lords are willing to trust me with?’

Velkus nodded slightly and turned to an oak dresser that had a few lock boxes resting on its top. He opened the farthest one and produced a small folded letter with a green wax seal on its crease. He handed it to her. ‘This is a specialist mission. In this letter are details about someone who needs to be found. What is known about this man is limited, but what we do know is that you’ll know who he is when you come across him.’

Justine opened the sealed letter and glanced over the few lines scribbled in ink on the paper. ‘How will I know who he is?’ Her mind was racing from this sudden show of responsibility and trust that had come from the top brass of the school. It seemed to her that the entire operation was more than just about education; she realised that within the past few minutes. What was the point in the test she had undergone? Was it to see if her body could take the punishment of some kind of magic she would encounter on this so-called mission?

Velkus pressed the palms of his hands together and brought his forefingers up to his lips. He walked from side to side, his commanding presence growing. ‘You are one of our top psychic mages with the ability to read people and tap into their minds… this man you’re to seek out is impervious to any sort of mind magic.’

‘How so?’ Justine angled her head, curious.

There was a degree of trepidation in the old mage’s body language as he seemingly refused to look his student in the eye. Was the answer to her question secret or something?

‘We believe… this man is from one of the ancient tribes from the north.’

Justine was stunned; her mouth was agape. ‘Are you talking about the ancient tribes of warriors that were supposedly lost in the great freeze four centuries ago?’

Velkus nodded silently.

‘Lord Mage, if I may; all the scouting parties that were sent out over the years all reported nothing in the northern regions.’

‘That much is true, but recent information from a reliable source has told us that the apparent member of one of the ancient tribes is in the City of Netheryn just west of here.’

Justine flicked her blue hair behind her ears. ‘Who was your source?’ she asked, curiosity and scepticism plaguing her every thought.

‘The warrior himself…’


Coming Soon

Hi everyone,

Just to let you all know – I am planning a series of flash fictions that will be interlinked and form a larger, more complex storyline.

Details will be released asap.


Hey guys,

Long time no post (Again!)

There comes a time when things that have been going on for a lot longer than you would like – be they life events, finding a new job, settling down, etc – become such a burden and end up being too much emotionally. Basically things are stagnant in my life in terms of work and trying to move on. I am at the point in my life, and have been for quite a while now, where I want to settle with my partner and have my own life instead of being constantly reliant on my family. This one thing gets to me more than anything else at the moment apart from worrying constantly about other impending situations.

As regards my writing I have been, what can only be described as, slacking quite badly. I have, however, short listed the literary agencies I am planning to approach with my manuscript (Fingers crossed!). This is no doubt a step forward, but in my mind it is a step that should have been taken a long time ago. I have been creating characters for book two and producing small excerpts for each one so at least something gets done at some point instead of lying dormant for months on end.

There are a few other things that I am having to deal with, but these are things that I will not actively put up on the internet.

I am trying my hardest to keep smiling and I have also vowed to myself to rekindle my online activity.

Thank you for reading :-)

NaNoWriMo 2013

This year I will be partaking in this fantastic competition as best I can. I would like to wish all who are entering the best of luck in reaching that 50,000 word target before November is up!

If any of you are new to NaNoWriMo then go check it out at

Do you have what it takes?

Feel free to buddy me – andypwood

Andy Wood:

This shows what writers and authors have to go through, as well as the general attitude and state of the country towards such endeavours!

Originally posted on MIDNIGHT STORYTELLER:

Writing: not a proper job, is it?

Writing: not a proper job, is it?

Last week young adults in England were revealedto have very nearly the worst literacy skills in the industrialised world. In the same week, an author making a school visit in England was so shabbily treated that she drove home afterwards thinking quite seriously of jacking in the whole lonely, poverty stricken game.

My friend is no celebrity author. Let’s call her Fiona. Now in her sixties, she has steadily and rather quietly developed her craft over a lifetime with a modest frisson of success in the last 10 years. Fiona’s books for very young children are loved so much, they have to be cuddled in bed… Her series for young adults has won fans who like their fiction to contain thoughtfulness and compassion as well as swashbuckling action and evil magic monsters.

Fiona has also raised four highly intelligent and extremely challenging…

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Hello all,

Long time no blog, eh? Been absent for quite a while. Life for me got complicated (will not go into details) and my focus was drawn away from networking and blogging altogether. I extend my apologies to anyone who did not like this :-(

Anyway, I thought I would return with a flash fiction for you all to be going along with.


Flash Fiction #16 – From Beyond

It was like nothing he had experienced before in his life – nothing at all. Snowy shadows cascaded his face with an icy touch, each boney embrace bringing him closer and closer to his maker.

Lucas gazed down at his gut, his cloudy vision fixing on the hilt of the dagger that had been swiftly lodged into him without resentment or hesitation. He stared and stared, trying to figure out whether or not this was the end. The pain was immense yet numbing at the same time. His chest pounded. His legs shook. His mouth dried. His palms sweated.

He looked up at his attacker with his weakened green eyes and saw his pale, leering face below a mound of muddy brown hair. Wind whipped past them both, bringing with it more white powder that covered their forms, gradually turning them into featureless snowmen. What could he do? He was so numb that he could not retaliate and take the man down with him. He felt sick – not just in his stomach, but all over; his body recoiled and heaved without relenting.

He finally fell backwards into the cold snow, his arms flopping uselessly to his sides. All he heard was laughing, harsh and sickly. It cut through him like another hundred knives, peeling his skin from his body and shattering his teeth into debris. He choked and coughed.

In his final thought he willed for his attacker to share the same fate. No-one deserves a meaningless death – not for anything.

He closed his eyes tightly and willed it, willed it with all his heart.

He wanted it and it eventually happened. The man screamed and clutched his head, his body twisting and writhing in unexplained agony and torment, before falling to his knees. Bloody tears streamed through the chiselled features of his face, parting the muddied and battered contours.

Lucas smiled inside and let his breath rest. ‘You didn’t know I could do that, did you?’ His soul roared with laughter from beyond the veil.



I don’t know what to say or do. How do you explain something that even you don’t understand or comprehend? I just feel like scratching my brain out of my head and trading it in for a new one just so I don’t have to feel like this. I want to scream. I am so angry, but I don’t know why. I feel like running away, taking my partner with me so she can get away from things too. I’m mentally restless, yet physically exhausted. I’m severely depressed, yet I should be happy. So what is it? I need to know! Maybe it’s physical? Mental? Or both… I need help, but I am unable to ask for it – I hate asking for help. However, it’s at that stage where I’ve had to admit that I need professional help now. It’s strong and out of control now…


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