Matt Dovey

home about stories

Narrations

Ravello Steps

by Chris Barnham

"You look like shit."

I cleaned myself up in the room and rinsed my mouth with some whisky from the mini-bar, but I obviously show signs of the afternoon.

"Like you care."

Horror, 45 minutes; Tales to Terrify #381, 17th May 2019


The Grave by the Handpost

by Thomas Hardy

I never pass through Chalk-Newton without turning to regard the neighbouring upland, at a point where a lane crosses the lone straight highway dividing this from the next parish; a sight which does not fail to recall the event that once happened there; and, though it may seem superfluous, at this date, to disinter more memories of village history, the whispers of that spot may claim to be preserved.

Horror, 35 minutes; PseudoPod #627, 21st December 2018


Looking After Shaun

by Chris Barnham

The doorbell rings.

"Hello? Anybody home?"

A woman's voice. Well-spoken, which worries me; in this area, anyone with an education is some kind of official.

I'm lying on the sofa and my mind's fluttering back and forth, settling on memories from before Shaun got ill.

Horror, 46 minutes; Tales to Terrify #336, 6th July 2018


Getting Shot in the Face Still Stings

by Michelle Ann King

Dom doesn't lose his temper as easily as his brother, so normally he's the one who deals with it when shit goes pear-shaped. But shit has been going pear-shaped a lot lately, and by the time Dom gets to the warehouse, Marc is already in full swing. Literally--he's gone after poor Jimmy with a nine iron.

Horror, 55 minutes; Tales to Terrify #309, 29th December 2017


Still Waters

by Cara Fox

The two siblings exchanged a look of grim comprehension over the breakfast table when the butler laid the broadsheet in front of them. The Morning Post's headline was painfully familiar to them now. In stark black and white, the proclamation that yet another child had gone missing on the shores of Lake Conmere drove away any hint of an appetite the two of them might have had.

Horror, 46 minutes; Tales to Terrify #283, 30th June 2017


Children of the Tide

by Dan Rabarts

The crack in the window let in the ghosts. They came with the night breeze, whistling their mourning songs and carrying with them the stink of rotten water that lay across the paddocks, down past the crooked fence that bent and bowed where the earth had sunk away to let the sea creep closer. Where the salt ate the grass brown, then grey, before the water swallowed it up.

Horror, 45 minutes; Tales to Terrify #272, 14th April 2017


Search

About

Matt Dovey is a professional writer of short science fiction & fantasy. He is very tall, very British, and probably drinking a cup of tea right now. His surname rhymes with “Dopey”, but any other similarities to the dwarf are purely coincidental. More →

Latest Story

"Yeah, yeah," agrees Deema, another barista. "And even if I had the brainspace to worry, I haven't got the roomspace in my apartment for a shrine. I make my obeisance when I visit my parents at the weekend, but my apartment's so cramped the shower's in the kitchen. Where am I meant to find the space for the Eighteen Forms of Frozen Madness?"

Why Aren't Millennials Continuing Traditional Worship of the Elder Dark?

Subscribe

Sign up to the newsletter:

or subscribe with RSS.

Narrations

What is a Reborn?

A Reborn is an artist-enhanced baby doll that looks and feels lifelike. Artists create Reborns as one-of-a-kind collectibles, often from ordinary play dolls transformed into art suitable for hands-off display--or hands-on cuddling.

While reasonably durable, Reborns are not children's toys. Rough play may damage them.

All of the Cuddles With None of the Pain by J. J. Roth
PodCastle #480

Blog

Anatomy of a Golden Pen apology award fermi paradox free harm homebrew interview lessons new story news nonsense podcast politics responsibilities retrospective science science fiction waffle wotf32 writing

Twitter

Facebook

Random Story

Yes, you're right. I can see how the ships look like the black skeletons of birds, burned and splayed across the sky. No, no, it makes sense. I just had to squint my eyes first to see it, that's all.
The Lies I've Told to Keep You Safe