Chris Platt
/ GreyThoughts.Info…sat up in bed, breathing hard. He looked around in the darkness. What had woken him up? Was it a bad dream? A noise from somewhere in the night? He was just about to lie back down and try to get back to sleep when he heard it again. He titled…
By Chris Platt
… read the book at college. It wasn’t on the syllabus. We didn’t read it in class. As far as we knew, the English department were unaware of the book and the sensation it was causing. It was handed around like it was an illegal substance. Check this out. Here, read …
By Chris Platt
…when she saw the figure, dropping her mug of tea to the floor. She looked on in disbelief as the ghostly figure of a woman, walked through the kitchen. The figure wore a flowing white dress under a blue denim jacket. The vision had a spectral …
By Chris Platt
… paced up and down the small back-stage area at the book shop. It wasn’t every day you did a book-signing for your debut novel. She actually couldn’t believe this was finally happening. The writing process was long…
By Chris Platt
…knew things weren’t going well with Lorraine. That was just life, or married life in particular. Life wasn’t some romance novel, not some rom-com film. In real life your partner drove you crazy, you argued, then made up, and then got on with…
By Chris Platt
About how I became…
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… a line from a gangster film I saw once, ever since I can remember I wanted to be… a writer. To me, being a writer was better than being the heavyweight champion of the world, better than playing football for England or for Manchester United…
By Chris Platt