Chris lives in the beautiful garden of England and in the odd moment that he’s not walking the dog, he pursues his passion for writing fiction. With horror, fantasy, and science-fiction stories published in anthologies from Black Hare Press and other publishers, you can follow Chris using the links below.
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Trapped in an antique shop for all eternity, three ghosts yearn for freedom.
But they’re tied to the living world by their soul vessels and need someone to buy them. Shoppers come and go, dashing hopes of release.
Chris lives in the beautiful garden of England and in the odd moment that he’s not walking the dog, he pursues his passion for writing fiction.
London, 2113.Racked by riots and ruled by corporations, London has grown to house over twenty-million people. Its limits stretch across the south-west of England.Pollution chokes the skyline, hiding the stratoscrapers of The Mile, London’s exclusive centre, from sight; though its gaudy neon signs penetrate the smog. Corporations rule after the collapse of the mid-2000s. The NHS, under strain from underfunding and the barrage of pandemics, chemical attacks and terrorism, found itself sold off, piece by piece, to the highest bidder. The augmentation companies moved in; buying what they liked. The National Health Bank rose, supplemented by other privatised care centres.
by Chris Hewitt “Hanging is too good for him,” the Governor had declared. “Decency demanded justice and an example.” Forgoing the execution, they’d clapped Freeflint in irons and hung him naked from the dockside gibbet for all to witness. “You shan’t escape this time,” promised the Governor, placing guards on watch. Freeflint lasted an […]
by Chris Hewitt Tucked off the main thoroughfare, Faerie Things boasted an extensive range of fae ingredients for the magical connoisseur. The soft tinkle of bells announced Peri’s arrival. “Can I help?” asked the rotund proprietor. “Do you have any Faerie wings,” Peri whispered. The shopkeeper licked his lips and locked the door. “What’re […]
by Chris Hewitt Every young witch needs the protection of a good familiar, and Tara received hers on her fifth birthday. Miss Creant, Missy for short, was the blackest of black cats, and the duo bonded immediately. Unfortunately for Missy, her ward suffered with a terrible curse that would cost Missy four of her […]