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Stories by Sean King

Coming soon…


A society of generated fears. The establishment instilling the fear of death through subliminal mind control, massively targeted campaign and suggestive death and disease. The lower and middle classes have been fused into a new world class, the class of slavery. Run by the corporates bathed in a stench of profits, there is no choice, no selfdom, no freedom. It’s a 24hr world in which the two great corporations fight for total economic domination.

This is 2050, and this is where the revolution begins…




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My new book is now available for purchase.

My new book titled “Like the Dog I Am” has now been published. You can find the book for purchase in both eBook and print versions. Here’s a short description and review written by Teri Louise Kelly;

“When he told me he needed a fountain pen, I dismissed it as normal, what normal passes for anyhow in this world we inhabit. And then, later, I thought, hold on, he’s going to stick that nib into his vein and write a book out of his own blood. A few moments of panic and then normality grabbed me again, bit me hard on the cheek. I could see him doing it too, hunched over his desk, the one with the cartridges on it, madly scribbling verse in his own métier. Later, compelled by gnawing cold and dead bang fusion induced by god’s nectar, I called. He mumbled something, late-night obscenities -caffeine-inspired rage of the insomniac. I let it go at that, all was well in our small page of the global book. He rang me later, as the moon bowed out and the big yellow ball gripped folk’s throats again. Here, it’s finished. He told me coldly. How could he write a poetry book in . . . I cut myself short, Hank had done it once out of fear, fear of losing the artery of creation. I read it, went to a bar and ordered tequila. I was after the lime and salt, something to mask the sting his words had left in my mouth. He wrote this book for you because you are the axis. I don’t know who you are, but I know who he is, he’s a dog, a dog that roams the night looking for tomorrow. When he told me he needed a fountain pen, I knew why, I just didn’t know he’d slaughter language with it.”

Here are the links to the sites that are selling copies;

Amazon (eBook) –
Smashwords (eBook) –
Lulu (hard copy) –


By Sean King
she came around on a wednesday. it was after hearing that i had destroyed my life and severed my love. again no less. she bought wine with her. i don’t drink wine. i can’t drink wine.
“here, i bought wine.”
i poured us a couple of glasses as she settled in for an attempt at the long haul. alcohol, it seemed, was where i was being drawn again. an inability at peace and quiet the only draw card to fuel further hatred at what i had become. i guzzled. the taste was like acid and acid was just what the order of the moment turned out to be. Continue reading LIKE HEMINGWAY AND JEWS AND FREEDOM

Life by a Thread

With one hand gripping the cold metal rail behind me, my other interlocks with yours. I’m stretched to full extent and straining. I hurt like no other time in my life. Every muscle. My temples feel as though they have been jabbed repeatedly with a sharp instrument. I’m not truly sure, but I think I might be crying. Is that through pain or is it through shame?

Continue reading Life by a Thread



It happens every now and again, you turn around to find that you have suddenly and mysteriously become an “option” for the bedding of the opposite sex. From zero to 100 in three flat seconds, fasten your racing harness and prepare for the “cocktailish” variety that suddenly awaits your tasting attentions.