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Captain Freya by Steve Dean

Finding Freya

The story was inspired by a typical scene in a typical Hollywood film. A man and a woman are running away from a killer. The woman is wearing high heels, tripping over and falling. Instead of jumping up and running, she is reaching out her hand. The man is grabbing it, and she is suddenly able to get up and run again. I know several women personally and every one of them can get up and run unaided, particularly when being chased by a killer robot, a hungry dinosaur, or a psychotic assassin.

Armageddon Girl by Steve Dean

It all began the morning her kitchen went mad

Of all my novels, Armageddon Girl took the longest to write. The version that made it out into the world was number four, that’s far more than my usual one. I’m talking about major rewrites here, not drafts and partial edits. Unusually for me, I didn’t keep those early documents but deleted huge sections and started again. Modern technology allows anyone who’s creating documents to save as many versions as they want, which is what I always do, with this one exception. So, most of this is going to come from memory.

Steve Dean's Short Story A Magical Evening

A Magical Evening

This quite short story was triggered by me seeing a sign on a door. It was only two words, but it immediately dropped my mind into the gutter, and I came up with this story. Telling you what the sign was will spoil the story, but I’m sure you can work it out once you’ve read it. If not, get in touch and I’ll tell you.

Are you a record breaker?

Are you a Record Breaker?

There are plenty of great opportunities to gather gamers to set records of all kinds. I want to see the biggest, the longest, the most, the fastest. I want dice as big as houses, I want life-sized miniatures. I want to see a thousand characters in the same party and naked role-playing on an epic scale!

Steve Dean's Short Story Just A Stick

Just A Stick

This idea came to me when I had some trees pruned in my garden. One of the resulting branches got left behind and dried out in the sun. It, of course, looked like a wizard’s staff, although I have yet to produce a single fireball with it or make myself invisible. I came to the realisation that it was just a stick.

Steve Dean's Short Story Waste Not

Waste Not

“Well now, lucky we found you,” she said.
“I wandered away from my companions, upstream somewhere. I don’t suppose you could get me down?”
“Have you down in no time, one of the kiddies has gone for an axe.”

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