Writers, painters, sculptors, bakers, dancers, prancers, flautists, chancers: I want you to help me effect the gruesome death of an innocent man.
Specifically, old chum of mine David Maybury. You may or may not know him. You may wish him no ill. But that’s all right, because it’s all just (victim-endorsed) fiction. It’s not really happening! If it was, I probably wouldn’t be blogging about it. I would still tweet it though, because #lolmurder, and because I have to break that stubborn three-retweet barrier some day.
Details, then: I’m collecting stories in which Dave dies in some campy, outrageous fashion, to be published here. There’s no restriction on length or format (short is fine, illustrations are more than fine). There’s a rudimentary back-story on the site, but don’t worry about that – for the time being at least, it’s just a gag setup to justify a bunch of standalone stories.
Do head over and have a look, and if you’re at all interested in creating fiction of whatever stripe, I’d love to hear from you.