Dip Into Something New


Slip away for a few hours, into other worlds – away from all the troubles of this one. Perhaps into the future – a near-future – dark and disturbing and yet – so close. There, follow the fates of four people worn down and broken, angry with the system. Who break out of it, try … Continue reading Dip Into Something New

Thirteen Tales – Cycles


Cycles (Originally published in Thirteen Tales) http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk Orange light tried to sparkle off the wet tarmac. Otherwise all was still, even the three figures that lay in the road. Two were face down by the kerb, the other was splayed out in the middle of the street. Their faces were hidden by motorcycle helmets. Leather … Continue reading Thirteen Tales – Cycles

Less Noise, More Action


That kind of sums up my approach to 2020, particularly to writing. 2019 was not overly productive for me. I curated and edited some old work into a new collection – Andervayne’s Dream. I also continued to try and market my existing books, Mankind Limited, A Spring of Dreams and Thirteen Tales of Ghosts. Not … Continue reading Less Noise, More Action

Suspense – Thirteen Tales


Suspense Revenge can be patient. And it can come at the most unexpected time. Old crimes, suppressed and twisted come back to haunt a monster. Thirteen Tales of Ghosts By Scott Bailey A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other … Continue reading Suspense – Thirteen Tales

Big Brother is Dead


George Orwell’s 1984 Showed us the nightmare vision of socialism gone to extremes It didn’t come to pass. Instead – we welcomed in something far more insidious. Capitalism unmarked. Welcome to Mankind Limited   Welcome to the rebellion Welcome to The Secret

Thirteen Tales – Cycles


Cycles (Originally published in Thirteen Tales) http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk Orange light tried to sparkle off the wet tarmac. Otherwise all was still, even the three figures that lay in the road. Two were face down by the kerb, the other was splayed out in the middle of the street. Their faces were hidden by motorcycle helmets. Leather … Continue reading Thirteen Tales – Cycles