I was watching a documentary about the Friday the 13th series when an actress who played the heroine in one of the films mentioned an idea she’d had about all the survivors from all the films coming back to finish off Jason once and for all. The notion of a band of survivors stayed with me, but the idea needed a twist. When it came to me, the rest of the story more or less fell in to place straight away. I’ve thought about extending Final Girls in to a series, but a continuation feels like a bit of a betrayal of the original story. So at the moment it stands alone, although I’ve got a few ideas about follow-up stories about the English and Italian Final Girls who feature in the latter part of the story. Whether they’ll see the light of day remains to be seen. Read Final Girls
This is an anthology of four short horror stories, three fairly recent and one slightly older (‘Stare’). ‘Fingers’ was written for a friend’s horror magazine (yet to see the light of day) under the challenge of writing a horror story with no violence, bad language or sexual undercurrents. I’m not sure if I achieved the last requirement. ‘The Other One’ came out of a dream I had after reading T.E.D Klein’s ‘Events at Poroth Farm’, which explains the similarity between my demonic feline and the one in that story. ‘Let Me In, Let Me In’, came out of an attempt to write about the Italian ‘Giallo’ girl from ‘Final Girls’ (it was meant to be the cursory giallo opening sequence showing the trauma that drives the murderer). The story didn’t quite work, but the opening sequence was striking enough for me to work it up in to a standalone story. ‘Stare’, finally, is an updated version of an old monster.
One day I may write a ‘Crypt Keeper’-esque link between the four stories, but at the moment it’s only an anthology in the vaguest sense. Read Four Fiends
All I can say about this is that it was an attempt to make people squirm. Going by the amount of times I had so scratch my navel when writing it, I’d say I succeeded. Read The Feeding Process
I don’t really remember where this one came from. Part of it was a request to write around a specific subject (‘fearsome females’, if I remember correctly) for a group art project I was involved in, part of it was a strange dream in which I met two women in green cloaks here in Brighton, one of whom was elaborately pierced. The initial concept ended in war and an attack on facism, but it was a bit too close to another story I wrote around the same time. The change, in the end, was for the better I think. Read The Green Clearing
This was written for the same project as ‘The Green Clearing’. Originally it was entitled ‘Milk & Sugar’, and was submitted to the project under that name. But when I was writing it, it was always ‘Milk & Honey’. It’s inconsequential, but a lot of fun. I like to think of it as a wikipedia entry for something that never happened/existed. Read Milk & Honey: A Controversy
No explanation here at all. This is, almost verbatim, an odd dream I had, written down the following day while it was still fresh. If only more story ideas came fully-formed like this. Read The Weight of a Carrot
The is the oldest story here, and the most popular of the ones people have read. This is inexplicable to me, but its ambiguity pleases me. It was originally a 40 page novel treatment which I stripped down when I realised that there was no way to go in to the house without giving away what was happening. The form more or less suggested itself during the edit. Read Exclusion Zone
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