War is Over

McKinney got the football for Christmas. It arrived on the 24th, last post till after New Year. John got chocolate and a card. He ate half the bar in one go, then gave the rest away, brick by brick. He kept the card under his tin hat. They sang hymns that morning, Christmas Day. They … More War is Over

Folktale of New York

I was in New York last December on holiday. Following both guide book recommendations and obvious curiosity I visited McSorley’s Old Ale House on East 7th Street in Manhattan. There’s no relation here, just coincidence. Inside, it hasn’t changed much since John McSorley (my father’s name, another coincidence) opened it in 1854. The unvarnished wooden … More Folktale of New York

Miracle on Rubik Utca

Unfortunately, Pista was also a weedy kid. He was poor, wore ragged second-hand clothes, had sallow skin like a Romani, had no parents, and lived in the orphanage on Rubik Utca in the eighth district. Each of these alone was reason enough to make him a target. But, unfortunately, Pista was also a weedy kid. … More Miracle on Rubik Utca

Read The Sixpence in the Pudding in O Horrid Night

Saaaantaaaa! I know him! Time to get excited about Christmas! And, in the old fashioned tradition, time to scare each other with Christmas ghost stories around the fire. My short story The Sixpence in the Pudding (excerpt below) features in the new Christmas horror anthology, O Horrid Night, by Fundead Publications. It sits alongside 19 … More Read The Sixpence in the Pudding in O Horrid Night