Published in America!

*Manhandling Scott away from the laptop and locking him in his freezer* really wish he wouldn’t cry, it makes that so much harder 😀 Right, now we’re wrestled this thing back off him, we finally received some good news this morning. Dark Moon Digest are going to be publishing our short story, The Ferryman 🙂 it’s a modern take on Chiron, set on a train. With Deadly Reflections coming out on Dark Fire’s website next month, things are finally looking up. It’s our first American publication, so we’re thrilled. Finally our world domination can begin. Umm, you know nothing about world domination *hiding blue prints and using Men In Black memory wiping device* don’t know when it’s out yet, we’ll keep you posted. Right, going to play Streets of Rage 2 now. Nothing like kicking bad guy arse on a Megadrive game to brighten the day.


Hey exquisite brains, it’s Scott here. I’m feeling lonely ‘cos my Necromancers have abandoned me to work on their ghost novel, Raising the Dead. They know how I feel about ghosts – they’re wanabes. I wanted to live so much, I forced my dead body to continue. But they have submitted my short story & novel, so I can’t very well bash their skulls in and have a tasty two course meal. It would look…unreasonable.

I have a new mission – to start up a dating site for zombies. My Necromancers friend, Mitch White, posted a video to them on Facebook, about two zombies falling in love over the innards of her dead husband. Then he gives her a beating heart in a heart shaped box and teachers her to wield a spade. My problem is that I’m the only functioning zombie & the reans (reanimated dead) are just, well…dead. They groan, bits fall off and they stink. Plus you can’t get a decent conversation out of them. I think if people gave zombies a chance, they’d realise what great partners they make. Since I died, I no longer rate people on their looks, just the beauty of their brain. I also have no preference – male or female brains all taste delicious to me. I will never die, so will never leave you heartbroken. I will also never eat all your food or cheat on you – let’s face it, I’m not exactly beating off admirers with my brain saw.

Though there is a downside to dating zombies – bits fall off, or just don’t work. Some of them smell. I don’t, but that’s cos I follow a rigorous routine of cleansing, toning, moisturising & a stringent dental routine. I could never take you to a restaurant, because my food isn’t on the menu. And I can’t die. So there goes your plan of bumping me off for the life insurance.

So if you weigh up the pros and cons, you’ll see dating zombies is the new dating footballers 🙂 I could be the new romantic hero of teenage fiction. If girls worry about introducing a vampire to the family, wait ’til they bring me home 😀

Scott x

Past Mistakes

Whilst being made to sort through boxes in our loft space, we came across some stories we wrote when we were 10 that we had to write in school. One we had to write about the life as a Tudor girl. We remember bitching about having to write as girls, ‘cos we wanted to do male characters. Nothing’s changed there – we still mainly write first person POV as male characters 😀 The stories are filled with executions, with one line in Cat’s story being ‘our favourite entertainment is watching someone being hung, drawn and quartered. I wish it would happen more often.’ There were also stories about murders, with the victim in Lynx’s story being dismembered and her eyeballs put on the windowsill of the hero’s house. And yet we grew up to be horror writers. Strange. Though we hope we’ve improved since then ‘cos those stories are terrible. God knows how the teacher gave them such good marks.

We also have several boxes of every story we’ve written from when we started at the age of 12. Some are short stories, others are novellas. Some are still in their handwritten form because it took so long to type them up, before we made the switch to typing them directly onto the computer three and a half years ago. We always liked writing longhand as we could write anywhere, plus it gave us an excuse to buy lots of lovely notebooks and pens. But then we figured we’d actually have more time for writing if we wrote directly onto the computer. We once counted all those forgotten stories and they added up to about 85. We haven’t read them since, but suspect they’re as awful as our attempts when we were 10. But at least if our ideas treasure chest ever empties, we can retrieve them and rewrite them. Or burn them if our central heating breaks down again.