• Endless Joke
    Endless Joke
    by David Antrobus

    Here's that writers' manual you were reaching and scrambling for. You know the one: filled with juicy writing tidbits and dripping with pop cultural snark and smartassery. Ew. Not an attractive look. But effective. And by the end, you'll either want to kiss me or kill me. With extreme prejudice. Go on. You know you want to.

  • Dissolute Kinship: A 9/11 Road Trip
    Dissolute Kinship: A 9/11 Road Trip
    by David Antrobus

    Please click on the above thumbnail to buy my short, intense nonfiction book featuring 9/11 and trauma. It's less than the price of a cup of coffee... and contains fewer calories. Although, unlike most caffeine boosts, it might make you cry.

  • Music Speaks
    Music Speaks
    by LB Clark

    My story "Solo" appears in this excellent music charity anthology, Music Speaks. It is an odd hybrid of the darkly comic and the eerily apocalyptic... with a musical theme. Aw, rather than me explain it, just read it. Okay, uh, please?

  • First Time Dead 3 (Volume 3)
    First Time Dead 3 (Volume 3)
    by Sybil Wilen, P. J. Ruce, Jeffrey McDonald, John Page, Susan Burdorf, Christina Gavi, David Alexander, Joanna Parypinski, Jack Flynn, Graeme Edwardson, David Antrobus, Jason Bailey, Xavier Axelson

    My story "Unquiet Slumbers" appears in the zombie anthology First Time Dead, Volume 3. It spills blood, gore and genuine tears of sorrow. Anyway, buy this stellar anthology and judge for yourself.

  • Seasons
    by David Antrobus, Edward Lorn, JD Mader, Jo-Anne Teal

    Four stories, four writers, four seasons. Characters broken by life, although not necessarily beaten. Are the seasons reminders of our growth or a glimpse of our slow decay?

  • Indies Unlimited: 2012 Flash Fiction Anthology
    Indies Unlimited: 2012 Flash Fiction Anthology
    Indies Unlimited

    I have two stories in this delightful compendium of every 2012 winner of their Flash Fiction Challenge—one a nasty little horror short, the other an amusing misadventure of Og the caveman, his first appearance.

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Welcome to the online habitat of writer David Antrobus.

“Creedless shells of men tottering down the causeways like migrants in a feverland." - Cormac McCarthyThe Road

As you can see, he appears as a personable if slightly reserved example of the species authorus solitarus. He responds best to untempered praise and glowing reviews (as well as unsolicited cash offers), but will not necessarily shy away from a confidently expressed caveat or modifier if delivered with appealing sincerity. He is also adaptable, finding himself equally at home within the ecosystems of nonfiction and fiction, although his preference for either tends toward the darker margins.

David is a perfect example of a flexible migratory species, having been conceived and born in the drizzly middens of Manchester, England, raised in the (cough) bucolic English midlands an arrow's flight from Robin Hood country, until finally dragging himself as far west as the dripping fecundity of Western Canada's coastal rainforests.

While writing is his agony/joy, David's experience as both an immigrant and a former youth worker inform much of his work. Restlessness, beauty, humour, abject horror, lyricism, eros, bewilderment, kittens, outrage, song, mourning, astonishment, wordplay, mockery, benevolence, redemption, bleakness, wine, love, muffled voices in adjoining rooms, endless smoky roads and a singularly odd infatuation with the music of the 1980s conspire to add yet further layers, albeit dubious ones.

David hopes you will stick around and ask him uncomfortable probing questions on his blog. He also hopes you will read and even like his work ... but he won't ever hold it against you if you don't. He promises. Kind of.