The Story Repository

It started as a dream journal. I called it that but the goal I started it with was to collect story ideas – kernels – I could use when I was in the mood for a short story. Apparently, once you finish a novel every story idea that comes to mind is a novel idea, or at least this is the case for me. Now, dreams on the other hand, dreams are short story material, I’ve no idea why. What I know is that most of the short stories I’ve written started their lives as something in a dream. It made sense to collect these story kernels. Continue reading The Story Repository

A Bridge in the Sea

This is the first story in what was going to be The Dansk Finanzbar Chronicles, a series of loosely related short stories in the wonderful tradition of Raymond Chandler although my protagonist was not a private eye but a dreamer, a person who can change reality by dreaming about it, often involuntarily. Long story short, it didn’t work as I expected, so I turned it into a novel. This first story, along with a few others, I think, is good enough on its own, so I’m sharing it.

Author’s note: The ‘z’ in Finanzbar is German and not Danish but hey, that’s how I dreamed it and besides it’s a federation, so there. Continue reading A Bridge in the Sea

The Horror

I watched my first horror film when I was in the second or third grade. It was “The Murders on Rue Morgue” and it had a lasting effect on me, to put it mildly. Continue reading The Horror

The Hunting Party

I knew something bad was about to happen the moment Rob walked out on the porch. It radiated from him in great big waves, this sense of badness, of wrongness. Continue reading The Hunting Party

Through the Tunnel

The creature Carl saw when he opened the door was filthy. Its stink was even stronger than the odors Carl had more or less gotten used to already. It was filthy but it looked well-fed, which was why Carl did not shut the door in its face and the piece of cardboard it was holding in front of its chest saying ARM/LEG. Continue reading Through the Tunnel

Have Plot. Will Write.

A couple of days after my realisation I was a plane spotter I made a decision. It was a decision prompted by strong emotions and the feelings I have harboured for planes for many years, and it was this: I simply have to write a book with a plane it it. A book about a plane. A book about a flight with a problem because I’m now two seasons into Air Crash Investigation and it looks like I’m going to binge my way through the whole thing before I return to all-time classics such as Passenger 57. Continue reading Have Plot. Will Write.