Tag: Noir

Don’t introduce it

April 22nd, 2021
Brass Knuckle Poetry

March 29th, 2021

I’m looking forward to punching outside my weight again with some more outlaw poetry soon. I’ve been busy on three different novels over the last number of months – and it’s time to get back to my roots.

I picked up this bad boy to remind me to write more brass knuckle poetry and get hardcore again. Looking forward to it.
New Published Fiction

March 2nd, 2021

A letter I found blowing down the street turned into a most satisfying story. #writer

NINA HEARTS RASHAAD FOREVER by Julian Grant
Last Quarter Publishing Results

January 26th, 2021

Literary Journal Recap. As I’ve leaned into writing in this last quarter, I’ve successfully placed at 9 outlets for my short story work. With thanks to Avalon Literary Review, Horla, Cafe Lit, Peeking Cat Literary Journal, Crepe & Penn, Clever Magazine, Free Bundle Magazine, Fiction on the Web and Danse Macabre. #thankful
Free Debut Novel Available Now

January 24th, 2021

Gamers Isla and Ger are thrown into a worldwide conspiracy in 2058 as they battle the mysterious cyber-hacktivist, Jericho. Bound by circumstance and hunted by the police, they uncover a dark conspiracy set up by Isla’s own father, an officer in the interplanetary military complex, as he attempts to steal human consciousness and control the worldwide robot workforce. Now, they must learn about the all-powerful Hieronymus machines that are responsible for the human bio-thefts as they join forces with their arch-enemy, Jericho, in attempting to bring down the shadowy Axiomm Corporation.
Hearthorne Update

January 7th, 2021

Working away on my #IF Short Story/ Visual Novel Hearthorne using the software, Gamebook Authoring Tool for structuring both.

62 Branches in on 200 Projected with 4 separate storylines and 3 distinct endings plus 1 ‘true’ ending.
‘At the Funeral’ Publishing Summer 2021

January 5th, 2021

My 50 word flash fiction story, “At The Funeral” was accepted for publication with the Avalon Literary Review. Summer of 2021. I’m thrilled to let them have First Serial Rights as it’s a nice little story. Creating these micro-micro bursts demands real economy – and it’s a great too in teaching me the importance of brevity and clarity.

The Avalon Literary Review
The Avalon Literary Review is dedicated to publishing noteworthy works of poetry, short fiction, and personal essays.

http://www.avalonliteraryreview.com/index.html?fbclid=IwAR26q0qb-v4ZdihgaYKN6wNiOtBYHYIgLjrqbjXc1_5P7AmZj-Y0pBFCAW4
Heartthorne VN Update

December 22nd, 2020
Visual Novel WIP
“Hearthorne” #VisualNovel #WIP Gothic short game I am making over the holiday break. It’s getting bigger by the day, of course. Excuse typos and the like as I plot and plan. It comes complete with all the sound FX one might wish for and a haunting music box melody to tie it all together.
Embarrassment of Riches

December 21st, 2020

2020 has been good to me, despite the global pandemic, of course. This was the year I decided to declare myself a writer of both prose and poetry. Not that I haven’t written films, essays and thesis essays over the years.

But working as a fiction writer, a non-cinema author was a goal that I had always been beyond me for many (unknown) reasons. So, this year, I started publishing and placing my work.

I’ve racked up literary journals online by the score and completed my second novel while I shopped my first. I’m now writing every single day carving out the most fulfilling time as a creative as I spend my time getting stronger, faster and better. I’ve got beta readers, a mentor or two, 3rd party critical acceptance and have never been happier with my opportunity and options. Thank you everyone whose taken the time to read, to comment or request materials for publication. #writer
Gary, IN

October 30th, 2020

It was the kinda town that made you lock your car doors and take a little more care next to the locals. Every vehicle had an angry dent or masking tape and Bondo barely holding it together as you hip-check together along rutted and forgotten streets. Overhead, traffic lights flashed hard red only instead of the usual three – as if to warn you, here there be tygers. I drove into Gary, my neck aching from tracking the battered tin can cars and the slouched forms glaring out from shuttered storefronts. It wasn’t so much a town as it was a funeral procession in slow motion with a corpse more likely to steal your wallet than lay down easy. It was my kinda place.