Writing my book, The Camera Obscure: story 5, The Sound of the Bell.

‘It was nearly 2am. Barker had arranged to meet Hill in this god-forsaken place upon the hour. He shuddered, but it was not due to the inclement weather, although the night was indeed a fearful one; thunder rumbled in the distance, intermittent flashes of lightning illuminating the sky in bursts and Barker was soaked toContinue reading “Writing my book, The Camera Obscure: story 5, The Sound of the Bell.”

Writing The Camera Obscure- Story 3 ‘Reflection’

‘Here today, staring at my reflection again, I barely recognise myself. As ever, I am completely absorbed, drawn in to inspect every detail. My sense of self is disappearing as the face reflected back seems unfamiliar, as if there are two of us, the one here outside the mirror and the one on the otherContinue reading “Writing The Camera Obscure- Story 3 ‘Reflection’”

Story number 2: The Bog-man

‘HIs face was like old, brown leather, weather-beaten as if he had spent too much time in the sun. His skin was so lined and creased, yet at the same time, strangely shiny. He did look as if he was sleeping; creased leather eyelids shut over almost empty sockets…Death had marked his expression with hisContinue reading “Story number 2: The Bog-man”