Rick's Story is now live

“So this is it right mate?” Rick said, the East London accent came on thick. In the gym or on the streets, it came on thick. 

Rick's story "Bliss" is available for download here.

Rick is a smart East London lad, didn't make it as an amateur boxer but went on to Queen Mary University to study journalism. He's a Vice journalist who thinks he has it together, until of course he encounters this new drug that's blowing up the London chemsex scene...Bliss.

Again my thanks go out to Jesus Santana who brought Rick to life. Again I asked for a darker slightly more distorted and surreal feeling, drawing on influences from the work of Frank Miller, and again Jesus delivered.

He took a long deep inhale on the vape pen, all the way down into his lungs. It was smooth like T, no coughing, nothing to get used to, it went down light and easy.

This story was a difficult one to write but an important one. I have been touched personally by the terrible and life changing effects of methamphetamine.

Lovecraft had some characters use opiates and alcohol, the drugs of his time, I doubt he ever experienced the true nightmarish body horror of addiction. Methamphetamine is a curse upon the earth, few worse things could be dreamt up, even by evil elder gods. It ruins lives and destroys whole communities. It is a terrible toxic substance that escalates all addictive traits within the user, seeps out of your very flesh and drives you insane. 

What is written in Rick's story takes place in a science fiction and horror setting, but I exaggerate very little. Breaking sexual boundaries, paranoia, delusions, hallucinations, body horror, self harm and a relentless desire for more and more of the chemical are the day to day experience of meth addicts. The true horror is that these poor people walk, live and die among us.

All revenue generated from this story will be donated to evidence based programs to help combat addiction.

‘No, no, no, no, this is all just the worst fucking trip. I'm going to come to, I'm going to wake up on the streets somewhere covered in piss, it's bad but it's not this, it can't be, it can't be true!’