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Solidly Off The Internet

As I’m now a creator, more of my time is spent developing projects and executing them. This takes time and attention away from the more immediate work which forms part of the blog content. So I’m not interacting as before, due to a desire to write better books.

Project Laughing Boy is waiting for an it and cover then will be out before the end of the year. Ideal for Christmas.

Project Asra is 20 pages longhand and some behind the scenes workshopping so it’s consistent, in the background and also plausible.

Project Crash in longhand is waiting for a second draft. Another research and some fleshing out but notes for second book are growing.

If you don’t know, my book Until She Sings is out now in paperback and ebook.


Until She Sings


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Black Flint Knife

(I have always enjoyed the family holiday from hell story and always wanted to try it. The odd touch with Jackie finding an odd nobility in the close was a nice surprise. If you like this one, please share and comment)

The inside of the car was clammy. It made Joss’ parents, Pete and Shirley, listless and irritable. Joss had insisted on playing Kansas’ Greatest Hits. A headache crawled inside my skull like a thousand tiny spiders. A holiday with the in-laws and my husband. Hopes of conception, which was something they kept mentioning in the belief my reluctance was a matter of will.

We were passing through a bleached stretch of desert, having spent a few days in Arizona. Shirley had given Joss unsolicited advice on his driving whilst Pete pretended to be asleep. My attention was focused on the stark, harsh world around me.

They were lean, shirtless and tanned to the same colour as the dirt beneath their feet. Three of them, with bows slung across their backs and knives at their hips. They chased a fourth boy, stocky and shiny with sweat where he had been running away. Joss flinched when my hand rested on his shoulder.

‘Stop the car.’

Joss chuckled and asked me what was wrong. He sounded grateful for a chance to deny his inadequacies through action.

‘They’re chasing that boy. They’ve got bows and knives.’

Pete grunted.

‘Out here, if he’s running, he’s deserved it. We want to make it back on time, don’t we?’

Shirley sucked on her teeth and tutted.

‘Stop making out Jackie’s a flake, will you? If she’s seen something, that boy might need our help.’

Joss gave me a pointed look. His pout verged on a sneer and the waddle of flesh that his beard had stopped being able to hide shook with his efforts to remain calm. He stopped the car.

‘So?’ he said.

Irritation jolted me into a rigid posture, tight across my chest and thighs as we glared at each other. I squeezed my eyes shut and unbuckled my seatbelt.

Opening the car door invited a solid bank of dry heat that slapped me with its intensity.

I got out and waved, shouting to them with the fitful desire to do good, to care.

He turned and stared at me in disbelief.

The arrow punched through his throat. He coughed a spray of blood and a gout of blood spat down the front of his t-shirt as he buckled at the knees and fell onto his front.

Staggering backwards, scrabbling for the door to remain upright. Joss stared through the glass with his eyes were wide with shock.

I heaved the door open and jumped inside.

There was another crack of glass A wet punching sound. The sudden, thick sweet stink of wet pennies

Shirley screamed in instalments as she looked at where Pete sat with the arrow through the side of his head.

I gripped the front of Joss’ shirt and screamed for him to drive.

I looked over my shoulder and saw that two of them were coming to us. The third straddled their prey, bringing his knife down in a two-handed grip and stabbing it down, raising his head to the sky and grinning with joy.

An arrow punched into Shirley’s throat. She flopped to her left against Pete. It would have been touching, but the arrow stopped her short and she lurched forward as much as the seatbelt would allow. Joss gave a guttural cry as he jammed his foot down on the accelerator.

He grunted. The arrow penetrated the headrest and the back of his skull with awful ease. His eyes rolled up in their sockets as he bucked, gripping the steering wheel as he died.

I opened the door and threw myself out.

The hot asphalt took flesh from my shoulder and thigh, engulfing me with bright, hot agony as I rolled away.

The car ran off the road with an ugly crumpling thump. I got to my feet but I could not look at it. It would have broken me to do that.

The third man ran towards us. They had the look of boys mutated by deprivation, but up close their mutations were obvious.

Distended foreheads and acromegalic jaws. Their black, thirsty eyes and the rows of needle sharp teeth set into black, infected gums. The pair who had pursued us stood with their bows up, arrows cocked to take another shot.

The third one spoke to the others in a language that sounded like the screams of small animals.

They lowered their bows and set them on the ground. Unsheathed their knives and set them down next to them.

He nodded with satisfaction and unsheathed the knife on his belt.

He tossed it in my direction and it clattered against the ground. Through my tears, I picked it up and turned it over in my hand.

Chipped from black stone, worked into a perfect study of brutal economy and the handle wrapped in strips of leather, turned white from endless hours spent learning to use it.

I met their eyes, allowed the knife to feel good in my hand and stared back at them.

My headache had gone.

They charged.


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Until She Sings

I’ve been working on this. It’s coming soon and I’m excited to share it with you all.


You cannot stay silent if you want to be heard.

Caitlin Ross, a young singer-songwriter, makes her debut at an open mic night playing and singing her own songs for the first time. Struggling in her relationship with her once, nearly famous boyfriend Luke, Caitlin’s performance lends a new spotlight for him to pirate. But Caitlin has grown weary of life in Luke’s shadow.

When a handsome stranger, Daniel, introduces himself after her set, the attraction is immediate and all consuming. His pursuit quickly throws Luke’s failings as a partner into stark relief. And she quickly finds herself caught between the past and the future, chained to the former

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Shes Here by M B Blissett

I have a completed book, and am developing it for self-publishing.

I am asking, you, my readers if any of you would like to read it and offer feedback on it.

This is the general story:
TOMMY MARTIN is a successful stand up comedian, back off his first tour since the death of his wife SOPHIE, leaving him as a single father to PENNY. When he meets EVELYN, an artist, he embarks on the first romantic relationship since the death of his wife. He experiences unusual, violent events around him, which he cannot explain.

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