Prompted by a request on Facebook, here is a novel about chicken... I'm writing this on a whim, and taking guidance from Facebook, so if you have any suggestions, let me know! :-) The plot so far... AJ and Anna are two classmates on an end of term field trip that should be fun: abseiling, archery, swimming, and maybe a bit of midnight partying by the lake. But the campsite lies next to one of the county's largest chicken plants, and it isn't just the overwhelming stench of bird manure that is causing problems. Something weird is going on behind the metal fences, there have been strange sightings in the woods, and when the bodies start piling up, AJ and Anna realise they've stumbled into a real clucking nightmare...

It's nearly Christmas-at least, that's what the inmates of Furnace Penitentiary think, even though it's impossible to tell for sure when you're buried a mile beneath the ground. For one prisoner, Carl Donovan, it's the perfect time to put a dangerous plan into action-a plan that could beat the infernal prison once and for all. But for the plan to work, Donovan must overcome the blacksuits, fight the gangs, avoid the Warden and his wheezers, and-most difficult of all-convince his cellmates to join him. As Furnace boils into a festive season of violence and death, Donovan risks everything for one last chance at freedom. A prequel story set inside the Escape From Furnace universe, Silent Night shows Carl Donovan as you've never seen him before. Prepare for an unforgettable Christmas. All for one, and let's get some figgy pudding. Cover image by @lasoledadcatalina!

This book will kill you. This book has already killed you. You were a deadthing the moment you read these words. You were a deadthing when you opened the first page. You were deadthing the very instant you discovered this story even existed, the very instant you heard somebody whisper its name. Because if you know about the book, then she knows about you, she sees you. She's watching you right now, can you feel her? She's sitting right behind you. You started to read, and her eyes peeled open and her lips peeled open and she saw you and she's grinning her moon-yellow grin because she knows there's nothing you can do to stop her. She's already killed you. This book has already killed you. So it doesn't matter if you read on or not. There's nothing you can do to change things now. One day very soon she'll let you see her. You'll turn your head and she'll be there, sitting beside you. Or she'll open her mouth and let you hear her dusty voice, and you won't be able to unhear her, you won't be able to make it stop. One day soon she'll reach out and scratch her crackboned finger down your cheek, or you'll wake to find her birdnest body pressed against yours, her fingers worrying themselves beneath your skin. There's nothing you can do to stop her, not now, not ever. But if you want to keep reading then who am I to stop you? Maybe you'll find something I didn't. Maybe you'll find a way to make her unsee you. Maybe. You're dead. She's already killed you. This book has killed you. But don't turn around yet. You might have a few hours left-days maybe, if somebody else starts to read this book as well, weeks if the whole world starts reading. But if you see her now, the rot and the horror will eat you up fast. She sees you. She is on her way. Don't turn around, deadthing. Don't stop now, deadthing. Just read.

A few years back I was walking through the park with a heavy cold, swallowing massive mouthfuls of phlegm (as you do). It was really gross, and I suddenly found myself thinking about an awful scenario where the only food left in the world was snot. Of course I decided to write a story about it. So here, in all its disgusting glory, is SNOT. Just a warning, it's pretty gross. I mean, so gross that it's the only story of mine my sister has never been able to read, and she's a hardcore horror fan. :-) SNOT. Since the great famine, it's the only thing on the menu. Packed with everything you need to survive, snot is the ultimate food source. Unless you can produce your own then you're forced to suck up somebody else's, or dine on cow snot from the canteen. Pete is a drythroat, unable to make his own meals, but when some of the best snotters in his school start disappearing, he realises that he has bigger problems to deal with. Did I warn you it was gross?

Kara, a closeted Bisexual works at Cat Co world wide media. However, she's got more than one double life because she's also Supergirl, the Hero who mainly flys around National City. Things get quite complicated once she meets her new boss. Lena Luthor, a closeted lesbian.