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I am a writer of all things supernatural, and some things not. In September '08 I decided I wanted to pursue my dream of becoming a writer. Since then I have gotten a Diploma in Creative Writing from Kilroys College in Dublin. I struggled to find a home for my stories until August 2010. Since then I've had around 70 stories accepted for publication from small presses such as; Pill Hill Press, Wicked East Press, and Static Movement. My first collection of short stories "Strings" is currently on sale, and my short novel Love's Curse is set for release late May 2015. I am determined to continue with achieving my dream and hopefully entertain you while I do. Thank you everyone, and I hope you enjoy my work.

Wednesday, December 5, 2012

The Next Big Thing Blog Hop

Hey everyone... I've been asked by my good friend and fellow author Thomas A. Erb to participate in The Next Big Thing Blog Hop. Last week he answered the questions I will be answering below, so make sure you head on over and read all about the cool new Retro Zombie Novella he's working on.

These questions are focused on a Novel or Novella, but as I'm still working on my Novel, I'm going to bend the rules slightly and talk about my upcoming collection of short stories.

1. What is the working title of your book?
 Strings

2. Where did the idea come from for the book?
 Well the idea came to put a collection together when I saw the submission call at Wicked East Press for Single Author Collections. I already had a good few stories published and then I realized I had almost enough to fill a book and it really just took off from there.

3. What genre does your book fall under?
 Horror, although one or two may easily fall into Dark Fantasy.

4. Which actors would you choose to play your characters in a movie rendition?
 Wow, now this is a pretty tough question...
But I suppose someone like Kate Beckinsale as Sophie, in, A Hikers Life. Chris Hemsworth could be a good, Akuya, and I think Jason Statham would be great as Argharna Rendall, in, Fighting the Curse.

5. What is the one-sentence synopsis of your book?
 Invisible Strings hold and bind us all together, but what happens when the strings of reality get worn down, frayed, or even snap..? Contained within are such tales that will make you pray those strings are never broken.

6. Will your book be self-published or represented by an agency?
 Wicked East Press will be publishing this book.

7. How long did it take you to write the first draft of your manuscript?
Well the first published story was Kumari, that was written June 2009, and the last story that went into the collection was, Till Death Do Us Part, August 2011... So a little over two years.

8. What other books would you compare this story to within your genre?
 Possibly in the line of Neil Gaiman's or Stephen King's collections of stories.

9. Who or What inspired you to write this book?
 Family and friends kept me going at the start, but then when I got into the rhythm of writing regularly it was very easy to stay motivated. Also, my love for writing, and with an imagination that runs wild it's hard not to stay inspired.

10. What else about your book might pique the reader's interest?
Well with 33 tales, there's something for everyone. We have Vampires, Werewolves, Ghosts, Weddings, Spiders, Fairies, Games of Poker and Pool, Delicious Halloween Pies, Zombies, Isolation, Lost, Love, and Many Creatures Not From This World...
All Contained Under One Roof!!


To finish off The Next Big Thing Blog Hop, I introduce you to three fantastic writers.

Emma Ennis
Mark Taylor
Brady Allen

Make sure to check them out, and remember.. Next week, 12th December.. They will answer all the above questions... I can't wait!!


Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Story: Christmas Eve and the Little Girl


Christmas Eve and the Little Girl
by Darren Gallagher

“I’m going to bed honey, you coming?” Sarah asked walking into the living room.
   “Not just yet. I want to finish this first.” Malcolm tilted the glass of brown liquid toward her, the glow of the fire making it lighter than normal.
   “Okay, well I’m going on up. The kids will be up at the crack of dawn to see what Santa has left them, and I want a good sleep before that.” Sarah smiled and kissed him before walking away.
   “I’ll not be long.”
   Malcolm loved this time of year; he always had ever since he was a little kid. The warm fire blazing as the snow fell outside, making the cold winter air non-existent. The Christmas tree decorated and twinkling with loads of different coloured lights, but most of all was the time he got to spend with his family. Christmas always made everyone happy and it created the warmest memories.
   Malcolm rested the glass on his lap and then glanced out the window. The snow was still falling but he now had a better view over the countryside as a pale moon light somehow managed to break through the thick snow clouds. Malcolm figured they were thinning and it would stop snowing soon.
   Lights from the room glazed over the window spoiling his view so he reached around and turned off the lamp that was beside him and then switched off the TV. Only the tree lights and dancing flames flickered around the room and on the window now. He didn’t mind that however, he knew these precious moments were ones to be savoured.
   As he raised the glass to his lips again he saw something moving along the road at the bottom of his garden. At this distance he could just see the colour, a small red blob slowly drifting through the snow. Malcolm got up of the seat and went to the window; he wanted to make sure it wasn’t just a trick of the fire.
   When he got there he could see that it was a person, a tiny person no bigger than a child. A thought struck him with terror, Why would a child be out there alone on such a night?
   As he focused more intensely on it, he noticed something large was moving directly behind the red figure. It was completely white and had blended into the snowy backdrop. It was too big and far too long to be another person. Malcolm couldn't quite make out what it was but he knew for certain that he wasn’t imagining it.
   The thought of a child wandering alone out there in this weather struck him again. His paternal instinct kicked in and he set the glass down on the windowsill and ran to get his coat and boots.
   As soon as he opened the front door, cold air blasted against him and he wanted to shut it again. Malcolm resisted and pulled his coat tighter around his neck and set off down the garden as fast as he could in the fresh snow. It was difficult getting any kind of momentum and he felt stupid for running through the garden instead of down the gravelled drive.
   He was half way now however and he could see that it was a little girl. She was wearing a red coat and matching trousers, while a white bobble on her hat broke up the redness of her clothes. Her scarf fluttered away from her neck by the strong wind that had pushed against him since he left the house.
   She was leading a huge white horse by the bridle and it walked in perfect compliance behind her. Malcolm couldn’t believe his eyes, the horse was at least three times her height, and its head alone was the same size as her.  Malcolm knew if at any point it wanted to get away that those powerful legs would trample the girl to death with one slight movement. Yet it walked beside her in a docile, yet sullen mood, like it had been reprimanded for doing something wrong.
   There was nothing else on the horse except for the bridle. Its whiteness was broken only by the slight creamy tinge in its mane and tail. Malcolm had now reached the fence at the bottom of the garden and he could see its powerful muscles move with every step it took.
   “Little girl?” He called out as snow was blown into his face.
She was about ten feet away from him, walking in the opposite direction. There was no response from her, or any acknowledgement that she’d even heard him.
   “Little girl,” he called again, climbing over the fence. “What are you doing out here?”
   Again, no response.
   Malcolm ran down the road after her and slowed when he was just behind her. “Hey, little girl. What are you doing out here all alone?” He said reaching forward and grabbing her shoulder, turning her around slowly as he hunched down to meet her at eye level. It was only then that he’d realised his mistake. This was no little girl.
   The thing that he was now staring at had skin like really old leather, clumped and wrinkly, and was a deep greenish-brown. Its eyes were glowing bands of deep orange with black vertical slits, and its nose rose into a point when it hissed at Malcolm.
   Fear froze him, but he knew he needed to get away. Before he even had a chance to move a clawed hand came toward his face and cut four deep gashes into the side of his right cheek. Malcolm screamed and jumped up. As he turned to run the other hand slashed at his left thigh. It cut through the muscles and severed the tendons along with his femoral artery.
   The pain sent shock waves through his body, causing him to stop breathing for a slight second until his body slammed off the ground. Malcolm tried to scurry away but with the blood flowing out of his body and the immense pain he was too weak and could only watch as the little girl – the little demon, came walking toward him.
   It walked right up between his legs and stood up on his hips. It snarled down at him with its hands raised ready to pounce. Malcolm could see the razor sharp claws through his fading vision and was waiting for the strike; it came instantly.
   Both sets of claws slashed through his coat and tore his stomach to shreds. Malcolm attempted to roar out but nothing came from his throat, it wouldn’t even allow him to breathe.
   Darkness crawled in from the corner of his eyes and he no longer felt any pain as the cold winter pulled the heat from his body.
   The creature he’d mistaken for a little girl turned and stepped off him and went back to the horse which was still standing in the same place, totally submissive. It grabbed hold of the bridle leaving a smear of dark red blood on its white coat and pulled it forward.
   They walked away leaving Malcolm lying on the ground. His life force seeping from his body as the snowflakes began to bury him, and the only evidence to his murder...
   A bloody set of children’s footprints, walking away.

Wednesday, October 10, 2012

Suppose it's time for an update...:)

Right, so far this year 2012 hasn't been all that productive (I'm ashamed to say). I think my subconscious got a tad lazy when I got my first collection accepted for publication and then decided to wait around till it basked in its glory before trying to create new material.
But, as we know, every positive has a negative and this negative was that my collection got delayed and with that my muse chose to stay on holiday.
I have now however got back in the swing of things. I'm currently working on a novel and have a feeling it's going to be a looooong one, and its fantasy too! (Dark fantasy though...)
And also, my collection "Strings" is due for a Winter release, I honest can't wait!!!
It feels now like it's never gonna happen, but I know when I have the book in my hands it'll all be worth it!!

2012 however did see the publication of two of my Novelettes, "Hell On Earth" in "Earth's End" and "A Last Hope" in "Wicked Bag Of Fantasy Tales"
My short story, "The Only Place To Die" was published in the collection "Read The End First" (This is one of my personal favorites).
My flash piece, "It Still Keeps Me Awake At Night" was published in "Short Sips, Coffee House Flash Fiction Collection 2" and "Archania's Watch" was published in the anthology "Evil In Flight"
And my story "Reindeer Feed" will be available to purchase in the eBook anthology "Christmas In Hell" coming very soon!

If you want to read any of the above, just click on the link to purchase..:) The links are UK Amazon, but are available on Amazon.com as well.

Overall it's been a very quiet year publication wise, and behind the scenes. I do plan however to make the rest of this year very productive, and I have a feeling 2013 will be good to me!