House Doctored

Welcome:

Welcome to the site. I'm a scribbler of horror and other dark fictions, and my novels and stories have been published in the UK and the US for the last fifteen years. I currently live in India, having been in Scotland for over a decade. For most of that time I've been writing one thing or another. Hopefully some of it has entertained you, or soon will. Let me know.

Kudos:

"In a genre where some of the most respected voices can't seem to get past vampires and serial killers, Wright doles out startlingly original ideas like he's throwing stones. More importantly, he's knocking us upside the head with them and making us think in a very enjoyable way." - Louis Maistros, Chiaroscuro

Posted on 21 July 2009
Tags: Journal, Life

House Doctored

When you come home to find your bed wrapped in a duvet you’ve never seen, let alone slept in, and a twiggy, lighty thingy in the corner which can have no practical use whatsoever, you know you’ve been house doctored. Kirsty’s done a fine job on her day off, but we’re both knackered with this whole house-selling thing, and the bloody place isn’t even on the market yet. Tomorrow, a surveyor will come and write down everything that’s wrong with the building for the benefit of potential buyers (thanks, surveyor), and a photographer will come and take photographs to put on the Interweb somewhere that the increasingly scarce subspecies of housebuyer live. I predict a sale in days.

Erm. Probably.

In the meantime…

What the hell am I talking about? There is no meantime.

Bloody house.