next instalment up and running for your reading pleasure
WarWorld: Shadows & Dominions
Monday, December 23, 2013
Monday, December 16, 2013
WarWorld - Shadows & Dominions
WarWorld - Shadows & Dominions serialised Novel is now
available on the following websites to read for free, a new chapter will be
posted every Monday.
Set in a world torn in two by Race warfare this steam-punk
adventure follows the story of three very different brothers as they try to
comprehend a world of total warfare.
Wattpad
Figment
Booksie
enjoy the read
Book Review
Cosmogonic Marbles
"Simply put, if you like your kicks on the surreal side, look no further. This title would sit comfortably with many in the Pratchett collection, and at times (usually after spilling my coffee over the sofa, sides split) was left wondering if It wasn't a hidden Adams'." ...Review on amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marbles-Botolf-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00E2SB1P4
"Simply put, if you like your kicks on the surreal side, look no further. This title would sit comfortably with many in the Pratchett collection, and at times (usually after spilling my coffee over the sofa, sides split) was left wondering if It wasn't a hidden Adams'." ...Review on amazon
http://www.amazon.com/Cosmogonic-Marbles-Botolf-Chronicles-ebook/dp/B00E2SB1P4
Saturday, December 7, 2013
Something Wonderful
Something Wonderful
Amid the madness of eyes on stalks
wagging tongues drying out in the bluster of their own chatter
hip-shake walks of boys stepping out as girls
and girls tough as boys
a tattoo parlour of colour needles the scene against
a Soho coffee shop backdrop
the good
and the bad
and those of us who are both
perhaps all of us are paradoxes
we move as birds flock
to and from the drudgeries and pleasures
one to the other
back and forth
anticipating or dreading the alternations
Here
they tell me
the coffee is good
but irrelevant to the location
certainly irrelevant to me
Something Wonderful has come
come to pass
or come to realisation
perhaps the sipper doesn’t know the difference
and couldn’t really care
Something Good
Sweat
is an addiction
not administered but absorbed through the senses
as magnificent as the microcosms of creatures passing by
too long can be spent here and roots may grow down
finish the cup and leave
A little brown circle on the heavy china saucer
beside it a little too much change
and a flyer
for some destination of moral question
to the arms of Something Wonderful
forget the oscillations of the flock
for a few smitten moments
Urbania - Last day of FREE BOOK giveaway
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FC4822C
read it, love it, hate it, argue with it, enjoy it
Amid the madness of eyes on stalks
wagging tongues drying out in the bluster of their own chatter
hip-shake walks of boys stepping out as girls
and girls tough as boys
a tattoo parlour of colour needles the scene against
a Soho coffee shop backdrop
the good
and the bad
and those of us who are both
perhaps all of us are paradoxes
we move as birds flock
to and from the drudgeries and pleasures
one to the other
back and forth
anticipating or dreading the alternations
Here
they tell me
the coffee is good
but irrelevant to the location
certainly irrelevant to me
Something Wonderful has come
come to pass
or come to realisation
perhaps the sipper doesn’t know the difference
and couldn’t really care
Something Good
Sweat
is an addiction
not administered but absorbed through the senses
as magnificent as the microcosms of creatures passing by
too long can be spent here and roots may grow down
finish the cup and leave
A little brown circle on the heavy china saucer
beside it a little too much change
and a flyer
for some destination of moral question
to the arms of Something Wonderful
forget the oscillations of the flock
for a few smitten moments
Urbania - Last day of FREE BOOK giveaway
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FC4822C
read it, love it, hate it, argue with it, enjoy it
Wednesday, December 4, 2013
Audio-poem ‘Damn Street Messiah’
FREE This week Urbania poetry collection
Here’s an Audio-poem ‘Damn Street Messiah’
book available on Amazon
Tuesday, December 3, 2013
Dame Street Messiah
FREE this week ‘URBANIA’ contemporary poetry collection
By Steve Downes
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00FC4822C
Dame Street Messiah
Weighty words wasted on the east wind
blowing down Dame Street
they don’t heed or even hear them
the footsore army of suits and students
the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad
cries out
but is ignored
shoulder pushed to the side as the bus pulls up
cries out
new truths
replace the old
faith has become comical and morally weak
Bus pulls away and the Saviour is alone
in the crowded city
blowing down Dame Street
they don’t heed or even hear them
the footsore army of suits and students
the new Abraham or Jesus or Muhammad
cries out
but is ignored
shoulder pushed to the side as the bus pulls up
cries out
new truths
replace the old
faith has become comical and morally weak
Bus pulls away and the Saviour is alone
in the crowded city
Screams
as the police move in
no laughter or mocking
just snorts of disapproval and ‘tuts’ of annoyance
eyes back down to the pavement
count the sore steps home
the rosary of the church of the rat-race
must have its homage
He could be the One
One true Saviour – again!
but this world would crucify him
with apathy and loose change
as the police move in
no laughter or mocking
just snorts of disapproval and ‘tuts’ of annoyance
eyes back down to the pavement
count the sore steps home
the rosary of the church of the rat-race
must have its homage
He could be the One
One true Saviour – again!
but this world would crucify him
with apathy and loose change
Thursday, November 28, 2013
Cosmogonic Marbles
Cosmogonic Marbles on sale this week #fantasy #comedy
Audio-vid sample chapter ..
Tuesday, November 26, 2013
On Promotion this week
On Promotion this week,
Cosmogonic Marbles .99c (exc. tax)
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Chromhelm Garglehammer let out a
furious roar and charged down the small hill toward the gateless entrance to
the city. He didn’t realise it at the time but his eyes were closed. He half
expected the guards at the gate to smack him in the back of the head with an
axe, or the sentries on the towers to riddle him full of bolts before he got
more than a few feet inside. But none of
that happened. He began to swing his
mighty battle-axe in a figure of eight, cutting down any enemy in his path, but
there were none. He put his head down so
as to butt his way through the ranks of soldiers protecting the King. He would
use his sheer bulk to force a way through to his prize, but there were no lines
of soldiers and there was no King.
Chromhelm Garglehammer smashed head first into a wall and hit the
ground, his tiny legs still running in the air.
After a few moments fighting
nothingness with his fists he opened one eye.
He was alone in one of the wide open spaces of the ruined city. Around him was scattered the remains of a
large military camp, tents had been half struck, broken weapons lay in piles
and food rotted in the sun, covered in hordes of horseflies.
“Where is everyone?” he said to himself risking a second
open eye and getting up to his feet with some difficultly. Across Acerii there was an eerie silence
punctuated only by the call of crows, Chromhelm lifted his heavy axe. “Have I won?” he said to himself.
“I doubt it,” came the voice of the God.
Chromhelm-Garglehammer spun on his heels and faced his axe
toward the Apple-god, who stood more resplendent than before, just behind
him.
“What trickery is this?” asked Chromhelm, his axe still
raised.
“My apologies dear hero,” spoke the God like honey as he
pushed Chromhelm’s axe away from his perfect face with his fingertips, “plans
have altered, more advantageous opportunities have come to light.”
“So you mean to deceive me, I should have known better than
to trust a God.” Chromhelm spat on the ground, a tiny shoot of an apple seed
sprouted where his spittle landed.
“No deception was intended my beautiful hero, but in light
of recent discoveries,” the God pointed his arm across the courtyard where
several of Vortigern’s men were moving a large object covered in cow hides onto
an equally large cart, “you and other plans have become redundant.”
“Re-dun-dant,” worded the Hero and he tried to grasp what
was going on.
“The time of Heroes is over.”
“Oh,” said Chromhelm, his mind beginning to have some understanding
of the word ‘redundant’.
“Farewell little hero, I have to travel with Vortigern to
safeguard my own salvation from idleness, but I fear it is too late for the
likes of you.”
The God walked away from the Hero and toward the men at the
cart.
“But what will I do now?” asked Chromhelm, his axe falling
to the ground with a disappointed clang.
“Find a girl, build a nice house and settle down,” the God
called back. “Oh, and grow some apples, make some cider and get drunk. By the
time the Gods have left this world there will be no one here to fight,
Chromhelm Garglehammer, no one at all.”
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