I, Myself and Me

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Bev Allen, author

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If you have seen “A Solemn Curfew and Other Dark Tales” and my previous post here “The Tattooed Tribes”, you could be forgiven for thinking you’ve come to two different blogs.

And if you’ve read any of the short stories I have put on here, you might even think three different ones.

No, folks, they’re all me!

Hence the title above. I am the crazed bat who writes dark stories about men having sex with the garden pond, but I’m also the one who writes scifi/fantasy adventure stories, preferably with soldiers. As I have said elsewhere, I like soldiers, but that shouldn’t be taken to mean I stand on street corners in garrison towns.

I’m also the one who wants to write about the everyday life, which is why you got “My Son, My Son..”

Of course I’d love all of you to like all three of me, but I know…

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The Tattooed Tribes

Bev Allen, author

I will be re-launching “The Tattooed Tribes” next month, we’re just sorting out a new cover and a few other things and it will be back on Amazon.

I don’t know how many of you out there are concerned about the environment, but for me it is probably the most important problem we as a species are facing. “The Tattooed Tribes” is about a world soon to face the sort of damage we’ve done to our own beautiful planet, but they have the chance and the will and the means to stop it.

I didn’t want to write a sermon, so I wrote a sic-fi/fantasy an adventure story full of tattooed warriors, tribal maidens, deep green woods and huge flowing rivers instead.

I added couple of heroes – Jon Harabin, a Master Traveller in the Tribal Liaison Guild, single, 30ish, good looking?…maybe, but a tough, seasoned woodsman who is a fighter and a diplomat.

With…

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Times, they are a changing

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This past couple weeks have been hectic ending in a near collapse when I finally realized I was simply too damn sick and I crawled into bed and stayed in there for almost 5 days. That was my fault. I ignored the lung infection I get from Lupus about a week too long. And I … Continue reading Times, they are a changing

Dr Who and Me

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Bev Allen, author

I think every generation has its favourite Doctor, for me it was Tom Baker. The floppy hair, the wild eyes and the huge smile all made him different and exciting. I even knitted myself the scarf, all nineteen feet of it. No sooner was it finished than my kid brother nicked it and refused to give it back. He wore it for years and still has it, packed away from the moth to be an heirloom for his son. (And he says I’m the insane one  in the family).

Back to Dr Who. If you read my blog post “The Black Bat of Night”, you will know that I was a winner in a short story competition run by SFX magazine. It was while I was still wandering around on cloud nine and telling complete strangers all about it, I got an email from a publisher called Big Finish, they…

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I’m so proud of me Sis… BOOK LIVE

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Bev Allen's Book, A Solemn Curfew and Other Dark Tales is live on Amazon!  You can now buy it. Bev is an excellent writer. The other half and I were fans of hers before she ever published.   Her stories are not like mine except mine perhaps borders on the darkness and the twists.  Her … Continue reading I’m so proud of me Sis… BOOK LIVE

Night “Music”

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Bev Allen, author

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Before I tell you about the next story I need to share a few things. First to quote Terry Pratchett,

“A marriage is always made up of two people who are prepared to swear that only the other one snores.”

Second, despite what a certain person claims, I did NOT write this as revenge, I was just inspired.

Definitely not a revenge story.

And yes, I do know what a heavy cold and a medicinal night cap can do.

For three nights running.

Having cleared that up, the story…I’ve called this one “Hush a Bye”, from the old traditional lullaby, the scary one about hanging ababy in a tree and waitingfor enough wind to send itcrashing to the ground. Don’t believe me?

“Hush a bye baby, on the tree top.

When the wind blows the cradle will rock;

When the bow breaks, the cradle will fall,

And down will…

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Water, Water, Everywhere

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Bev Allen, author

We are getting there, only one more story to tell you about after this. That person cheering at the back…I know who you are and there will not be cake for you later.

This one started out as a bit of flash fiction, but like Topsy it had a bit of a grow. If you chuck the following in a large bucket and give them a bit of stir…

  • Water, obviously, in this case the sea and some in fish tanks.
  • The man who lives upstairs
  • Assorted marine fauna
  • The girl with long curly hair who lives downstairs.

When well mixed, pour the whole thing out and you have “The Girl in the Water”

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The Black Bat of Night

Bev Allen, author

Back in 2007 I was sitting at my computer whinging about rejection slips (and who could blame them, when I read those early efforts again, I would like to climb inside myself and give me a good rinse round with a mild bleach solution), when my first born wandered in with a copy of SFX magazine.

“Why, mama dearest, do you not enter one of your short stories in this fine publication’s annual completion?” he said.

Or words to that effect. There was probably something about helping him pay for said magazine, but I forget.

I did a bit of whinging about nothing I did being good enough and being a total failure and would he like to make me a cup of coffee to sooth my blighted hopes?

He gave ne the look.

Seriously, where  do kids learn to do that? Do they come out of the womb…

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“A Solemn Curfew”

A while ago I was asked to contribute to an anthology called “The Secrets of Castle Drakon.” Being me, my thoughts didn’t go to the dungeons or the battlements or the Great Hall, … Source: "A Solemn Curfew"

Writers heads up. SHF.

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SHF = Shit hit fan. There is an article about a scam going around on author groups.  It's up to you to decide for yourself.  The only thing I will say is be careful out there and check out anyone and everyone before you hand over  money. Scams Now as to me.  Do I post … Continue reading Writers heads up. SHF.