David Green hails from Manchester, UK and lives in Galway, Ireland. He’s well used to rain.
After completed an Art degree and studying film, David worked various retail jobs before turning to what he always wanted to do, and made excuses to avoid: writing.
Working across a number of genres, David has appeared in Ancients, Lockdown Fiction and Banned from Black Hare Press, and more from other publishers. Dead Man Walking combines his loves of Fantasy, Noir and Horror.
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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 David Green “At last,” Bode cried. “The Fountain of Youth!” Captain Kenway nodded at his first mate, letting him step forward. They’d sailed for decades before hearing whispers of Bimini, and the fountain’s location. “Aye,” Kenway said, drawing his flintlock pistol, aiming at the back of Bode’s head. “Everlasting life. A secret I […]
Stop doubting yourself and just try. Seriously, I found a notebook in my attic that I didn’t realise I’d kept. It’s twenty-years old and has scribbles and ramblings detailing many ideas I’ve actually used since without knowing. Some of these concepts had lived in my head for decades, but I never thought I could do it, so I never tried. Perhaps I wouldn’t have been suited when I was younger, but the Gods love a trier, right?
by David Green “Why?” Ruby muttered to Nick. They knelt beside the sleeping Suraz, his raven hair encrusted with filth and grease. Scabs and sores covered the Nephilim’s obsidian skin. Track marks lined his exposed arms; used needles lay scattered around him. “We all have vices,” Nick replied with a sigh. “No,” Ruby whispered, […]
David Green hails from Manchester, UK and lives in Galway, Ireland. He’s well used to rain. After completed an Art degree and studying film, David worked various retail jobs before turning to what he always wanted to do, and made excuses to avoid: writing.
Nick Holleran, private detective, thought he had life figured out. Until the day he died. Holleran woke to the horrifying truth. Hell is Earth, and the demons live among us. Taking the cases others won’t, Holleran is plunged into an investigation that forces him to confront his past.
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