With his hair like a mop my dog ran along, us both deciding on when we were too tired and would need to stop.
After we did, my dog lifted his leg and urinated on the pants of a man carrying a wrapped and mighty long narrow.
The man let fly his black shoe and kicked out at my Larry-McGoo, but found my fist at his jaw before he had time to swing fully through.
The parcel did drop, and a rifle fell out. A terrorist flag wrapping it safely and snugly until it was to be used.
I patted Larry-McGoo, he had saved us and many more, and was so awarded the medal of honor and given the reward of being able to chew the man’s shoes.
Published by matclarke
Writing became a hobby at the age of ten, boredom being a great catalyst. Whenever I had an idea I would put words to paper until something interesting was produced. I have always loved dreaming up and writing new stories.
I wrote from the age of 10 and also built or designed unusual contraptions and created tools for working with assorted wood products. Creativity has always been my thing, however, no other person within my extended family harbours this same creative gene, so I always assumed I was odd rather than artistic.
My non-fiction work has been inspired by my letter writing to government bodies and assorted companies, either to request information on a current associated issue or to offer a solution to an ongoing problem with (if a local government) traffic, public transport, spending, banks, etc. And (if a company) an idea for the product so that it could become better accepted by consumers, or in some cases, healthier for consumers.
In December 2009 I came across a story I had begun a month earlier but so far written only a single page. I read it again and realised the story was not only interesting but also had the effect of creating excitement as to what would happen next. I immediately decided this could be a great beginning to a piece which could become my first full length novel, Wake (working title).
The idea for Wake was born from a writing retreat on the outskirts of Bendigo, Australia.
I had taken a break from punching keys on my laptop and walked from the small cabin into the night. Now standing in the silence with the tree canopy looming above, I watched the breeze adjust the leaves ever so slightly—barely enough to create a rustling. It was a creepy, lonely night; isolating beyond anything I had experienced. I smiled. An idea seeded: What would it be like to wake in the middle of nowhere with no memories and no idea of how you came to be there.
Wake, is my first completed novel and I am currently 45,000 words into its sequel.
I am also editing, Citylife, my second completed novel, and finished writing my third novel, Blue, whilst on a return trip from the US where I visited for book research.
You’re welcome to have a read of some of my short stories on my website. Let me know if you liked them.
In addition, my writing group and I have completed two anthology of short stories, with another to be completed in April. See my website for more information.
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