Below is the link to my Facebook page for NRPD: The mean streets.
Please like the page, although, to be honest, I'm not that sure of what will happen if I got a million likes.
Is there a guy that comes around to your house and presents you with a cheque and a large thumb statuette? Who knows?
If that happens I'll let you all know.
http://www.facebook.com/pages/NRPD/156667744462251?ref=hl
Cheers.
Tuesday, 30 October 2012
Sunday, 21 October 2012
The folk who lived in Backwards town.
Not to outdone by her big brother, my nine year old daughter Aoife has something she wanted to post as well.
This is a poem that she did for school. I think she was given a similar poem and she had to put her own slant on it.
It's brilliant. I especially love the last line - it conjures up a weird image!!
The folk who lived in Backwards town.
The folk who lived in Backwards town
Had a ruler who wore a gown.
The ruler had a palace that was upside down.
He found it quite appealing
Because everything was on the ceiling.
He goes to sleep under his bed
And wears a crown inside his head.
By Aoife Burrill.
This is a poem that she did for school. I think she was given a similar poem and she had to put her own slant on it.
It's brilliant. I especially love the last line - it conjures up a weird image!!
The folk who lived in Backwards town.
The folk who lived in Backwards town
Had a ruler who wore a gown.
The ruler had a palace that was upside down.
He found it quite appealing
Because everything was on the ceiling.
He goes to sleep under his bed
And wears a crown inside his head.
By Aoife Burrill.
Tuesday, 9 October 2012
The Last Hand
A new short story from the author of NRPD.
The Last Hand.
An FBI agent tries to find out the last secret of a serial killer - just hours from execution.
Excerpt:
It had taken me two years to track this asshole down and as I was taking my time more young women ended up in the mortuary. Maybe that’s why he thought of me: I arrested him. Eventually. I know when I close my eyes, I still see his victims, dissected, vandalized. I’d crossed two other predators during my career. This was the worst.
Don't forget, you can see my page on https://www.facebook.com/pages/NRPD/156667744462251
See you there.
The Last Hand.
An FBI agent tries to find out the last secret of a serial killer - just hours from execution.
Excerpt:
It had taken me two years to track this asshole down and as I was taking my time more young women ended up in the mortuary. Maybe that’s why he thought of me: I arrested him. Eventually. I know when I close my eyes, I still see his victims, dissected, vandalized. I’d crossed two other predators during my career. This was the worst.
Don't forget, you can see my page on https://www.facebook.com/pages/NRPD/156667744462251
See you there.
Sunday, 16 September 2012
Six Word Stories
I'm sure most people have heard of the great Hemingway short story that consisted of only six words.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Those six powerful words are impossible to emulate, however, in Nick's house, we can but try.
These aren't by me but my eleven year old son. (Mine are inaccessible at present. Later.)
By Jacob Burrill:
Investigation is closed, but not solved.
Friends are gone, but not forgotten.
Aliens may attack or could abduct.
Wake up. Out of bed. Dead.
London bridge falling down. People scream. (My favourite.)
Let's hope he writes more, I think there is a new talent emerging.
For sale: baby shoes, never worn.
Those six powerful words are impossible to emulate, however, in Nick's house, we can but try.
These aren't by me but my eleven year old son. (Mine are inaccessible at present. Later.)
By Jacob Burrill:
Investigation is closed, but not solved.
Friends are gone, but not forgotten.
Aliens may attack or could abduct.
Wake up. Out of bed. Dead.
London bridge falling down. People scream. (My favourite.)
Let's hope he writes more, I think there is a new talent emerging.
Tuesday, 11 September 2012
Bad news
Got the dreaded e-mail today - 'thanks for your submission, unfortunately...' etc. Nevermind. Although it does mean that the short story that was rejected still belongs to me.
Anyway, I've definitely finished 'The last hand' now and I'm hoping to send it off in the next week or so.
My next post should be on some stories that Jacob (young son) and I have both come up with.
Keep you posted.
Anyway, I've definitely finished 'The last hand' now and I'm hoping to send it off in the next week or so.
My next post should be on some stories that Jacob (young son) and I have both come up with.
Keep you posted.
Wednesday, 5 September 2012
I'm back!
A thousand apologies to all my readers (all three of you). I have been away from this blog for a long time. Why? you ask.
The answer is: I don't know. Sometimes things just get away from you - isn't that a lesson of life.
However the result is now I'm back, and with a new short story too.
I've penned a story called 'The last hand'. It's about a condemned man being questioned on the whereabouts of one of his victims. Although all is not as it seems.
Other news: I'm still waiting for news of 'A small town robbery'. Among many others, it is being read for an American anthology. Patience.
Anyway, I'm glad that I have finally returned and I'll let you know if there is any other news very soon.
The answer is: I don't know. Sometimes things just get away from you - isn't that a lesson of life.
However the result is now I'm back, and with a new short story too.
I've penned a story called 'The last hand'. It's about a condemned man being questioned on the whereabouts of one of his victims. Although all is not as it seems.
Other news: I'm still waiting for news of 'A small town robbery'. Among many others, it is being read for an American anthology. Patience.
Anyway, I'm glad that I have finally returned and I'll let you know if there is any other news very soon.
Monday, 23 April 2012
NRPD: The Blurb
At last here is the blurb to the upcoming novel NRPD: The Mean Streets. I hope it creates an interest and if it sounds stupid then I'm sure that one of my many, many followers will let me know. Thanks.
A killer is stalking the mean streets of New Rochdale.
Two policemen are viciously slaughtered in a seemingly opportunistic attack.
Detective Sergeant Nugus Bottomley and his new recruit Detective Constable Padraic Evans manage to tie the murders to a train robbery from the 80’s - a train robbery that never was.
A local gangster and his Hollywood starlet daughter are only too happy to confuse Nugus and Padraic, especially when a mysterious stranger starts leaking blood everywhere.
Then comes the TV crew.
A twisted plot - gruesome murders, a creepy prison cell, a doner kebab and an ice cream van.
NRPD: The Mean Streets - You may die laughing.
A New Rochdale Police Department novel from the author of The Boatman.
A killer is stalking the mean streets of New Rochdale.
Two policemen are viciously slaughtered in a seemingly opportunistic attack.
Detective Sergeant Nugus Bottomley and his new recruit Detective Constable Padraic Evans manage to tie the murders to a train robbery from the 80’s - a train robbery that never was.
A local gangster and his Hollywood starlet daughter are only too happy to confuse Nugus and Padraic, especially when a mysterious stranger starts leaking blood everywhere.
Then comes the TV crew.
A twisted plot - gruesome murders, a creepy prison cell, a doner kebab and an ice cream van.
NRPD: The Mean Streets - You may die laughing.
A New Rochdale Police Department novel from the author of The Boatman.
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