When Stephen was killed in a freak caretaking accident, his grief-stricken partner, Bob, turned to an ancient book - bound in human skin, obviously – they had discovered in a crumbling Romanian church while on holiday. And in reading aloud the incantation of the 'Dusty spirit' - a loose translation of course - Stephen was resurrected from the grave. Now they live happily in Sheffield, UK. They have two black cats, also zombies.
Stephen Patmore
I am actively seeking representation. If you are an agent and would be open to discussing my writing…
Short Stories
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Novels
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Novellas
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Short Stories · Novels · Novellas ·
Published works
Nature has gripped the three-story carpark. My car sits among the overgrowth of its rebellion like a steel sore on a large green thumb…
‘The Cracks Through Which the Beauty Grows’
All Chris wants is a silent night, but with his mortgage hingeing on a major deal and his soured marriage sitting on the bitter brink - this year, there’s a lot to wish for…
‘I Wish You Well’
A shadow loomed over my desk from the approaching plane. Its growing bulbous metal nose darkened my family’s framed smiles…
‘It’s All Inevitable’
A tragic accident. A Christmas wish. The worst family dinner in history. When you make a deal with the big man in red, always be sure to read the fine print…
‘All I Want For Christmas’