BHarrison

Intensions?

When I was a small girl there was a magic cupboard in the house here I lived.

To reach it I had to descend the dark, stone stairs and make my way past the Gallery of Horrors, where disapproving ancestors glared silently. And then it was there; a small dusty room containing the towering cupboard.

At the bottom of the wooden monolith were two doors, secured with an impossibly ancient key. At the top, on display behind glass, was the real treasure.

Only once I was eleven and mature enough to treat the magic books with respect, and always put them back in the same place, was I allowed access. (Maturity, despite my advanced age is still somewhat of a challenge.)

And so it was there that I discovered Isaac Asimov, Ray Bradbury, Phillip K. Dick and many more. With access to a multitude of realities, everything changed. I live there now.

I really do hope people would be inclined to read Dimensional Debris, my sci-fi, horror and pulpy crime story collection. I believe you will find it offers many portals to elsewhere. My intensions are to surprise, amuse, maybe even scare, but mostly to entertain.

Please join me on this journey. It could end almost anywhere!