Thursday, 19 November 2015

Forever Hungry! Anthology


Just a quick update to let you know that I'm very chuffed my story "Leftovers" has been picked up for the Forever Hungry! anthology.  I'll let you know more nearer to publication.  Always great when your story finds an audience, so thanks to the publishers.


Tuesday, 17 November 2015

The Human Incident - new artwork and new price!


My sci fi and horror collection "The Human Incident" now has a new cover courtesy of designer Richard Ellis (@bookartguy). 

I decided to update the cover art as the collection is being reduced to 99c /99pence until Christmas - so get buying those short stories for the holiday season!  Enjoy (links to kindle at bottom)


Monday, 2 November 2015

Story published on "The Hero's Welcome"


Just a quick update - my story "A Hero's Welcome" has been published on - it's a bit of flash fiction I wrote after having a dream about the old movie  "Planet of the Apes".  Hope you like it.  Link is below - and leave a comment if you like - thanks

A Hero’s Welcome

Tuesday, 20 October 2015

STORY: "When The Clocks Go Back"

When the Clocks Go Back
BY Sean Kavanagh (c) 2015

I’d always hated autumn. 

The not quite weather, the not quite dark.  Then, the sudden creep of early evenings and foggy mornings.  It was like a waiting room for winter, without any charm of its own.  And then there was the rain (though to be fair it pretty much rained all year round in Port Isaac).

I was leaving for the early shift at the local café, shuffling along in the morning gloom.  A torch beam hit me in the eyes.  I reacted instinctively, squinting trying to bat the photons away like an irritating wasp.  It was the sort of futile, foolish thing I did. The torch beam moved from my face.

“Sorry Mol, “said a familiar voice. Constable Figis.

“It’s fine. “ I said, annoyed, and not thinking it was fine at all.

“Early start? “ It was chit chat, but even chit chat sounded like a mild form a questioning from such an old policeman.  I’ll never know why they went back to that silly old uniform either, a bit of PR for the elderly voters I suppose.  He even had one of those old black bikes of indeterminate make that policeman used to have.

“Yer, those bacon sandwiches won’t make themselves. “ I’d meant it as banter, but it came out a little bit stroppy.  It was autumn and the morning, what did he expect? 

Figis smile.  “I’ll leave you to it then. “ He swung a leg awkwardly over his anonymous bicycle. “Keep one for me, I’ll be in for early lunch around 11”

“Will do. “

Then he smile.  Something had just occurred to him.  “Remember the clocks go back tonight Mol. “

“Don’t worry, it’s hard to forget.  Not my favourite day of the year. “

“See you later. “  He rode off, as slow as it was possible to ride without gravity making a fool of you.

I decided to walk into work.  The village’s “High Street” of eight shops was only a mile from my mum’s house (yes, I live at home).  As I ambled on, I began to think about what Figis has said about the clocks going back.  My granddad would always call my mum and tell her when it was happening, part of their little routine as the year went by.  The first year after my granddad had died, my mum decided to tell me the clocks were going back – a family tradition passed down the line I suppose.  She’d done it ever since. I think it helped her cope.

I arrived outside the café.  The windows steamed and damp already.  God I hated the place.  But this was what passed for a good job locally. 

And so the day went by, as days did.

The evening was foggy, but at least it wasn’t raining.  It wasn’t even that cold.  I think the leaves fell from the trees more out of boredom than any sense of the changing season. Mum had gone out to see a friend, so I just curled up on the sofa and decided to read a book.  It was something I’d enjoyed as a child, and the comfort of it seemed appropriate. 

It must have been too comforting as I fell asleep.

 Which made the firm banging on the door even more startling.  At first I thought mum had forgotten her key, but then I remembered what was going on.  I pulled my robe on and went to the door – it was Constable Figis.

“Hello Mol. “ Formal this time, not like the faux banter of the morning.  I noticed his torch was gone and he was holding some kind of oil lamp.  He must have got it from the museum at the local closed silver mine.  “Remember the morning? Remember what we discussed?”

I nodded. “The clocks go back today. “ I stepped aside so he could see the hallway behind me. All the clocks, watches and other gadgets with time-keeping devices in were piled up neatly for collection.

“Good girl Mol. “ Figis was patronising me now, probably for the benefit of the two Ludds behind him.  Local idiots in blue sashes.  Still, you get what you vote for, and this is what the elderly of the county (and a lot of other counties) had voted for.  Though yearning the ‘good old days’ and the ‘simple life’ had soon spiralled out of control. “Go on then lads, “ said Figis to the Ludds.  The illusion of lawful control.  You could tell the goons in the blue sashes thought of Figis as an impediment – a joke - not a part of the process.  His turn would come.  The Ludds barrelled into the house without wiping their feet and started collecting up all our clocks and such. 

“You sure this is the lot? “ asked one of the Ludds.  His breath certainly evoked another age – one before regular tooth brushing.

“It everything. “ My reply was slow and even.  You never knew when these Ludds might turn nasty. He kept staring at me, leering.

“She said that was everything, “ repeated Constable Figis firmly.  The Ludd threw him an odd smile and headed off to the rag and bone cart parked in the street.  It looked full, but it was hard to see since they’d taken the street lights out.  Figis pulled out his note book and started to write.  Halfway through he looked up, seeing I was becoming nervous.  “Don’t worry Mol – nothing more sinister than a receipt. For your own good. We’re all part of the process now. “

And then they were gone.


A few days passed (you could count the days easily enough, but the hours were a bit more tricky without a clock and only the gloomy autumn sun to guide you).  No new notices went up on the village board from the Ludd council.  I looked like they were going to leave us alone for the winter.  My mum had carried a pained look on her face since they’d come for the clocks and I could guess why: they’d taken her dad’s old wristwatch.  It didn’t even work, its only value a memory of my granddad (and I suppose of a fast vanishing world of machinery).  I tried to be extra kind to her to make up for the watch.

Then, just after dark, about a week later they came.

BANG BANG BANG…. I thought they were breaking the door down at first, but it was just the loud arrogant knocking of the head Ludd (I could see his blue and gold sash – ritzy).  I opened the door, confused, but not overly afraid.  We’d long ago given up the fantasy of fighting these people.

“Something was overlooked. “ The head Ludd yelled it like a judgement.

“Sorry, I….”

He cut me off. “Something was overlooked! “ He was angry, and not really making it clear to me why. I noticed Constable Figis was standing right back in the street not making eye contact with me.  The law totally impotent now.  His bike was gone too.

“We gave you all our clocks, watches, egg timers.  Come and look there’s nothing, is there mum? “ My mum had come downstairs and was standing looking nervous.  “Mum, DID you forget something? “

“Oh yes, I’m afraid she did.  “ A man stepped out of the shadows.  It was ‘doctor’ Carns.  He’d replaced doctor Singh our real GP months ago, and no one seemed to know if he was really a doctor. 

“I’m sorry Mol…” My mum was standing openly weeping.  I had no idea what was going on.


“Shall we do it here? Or at my practice? “ Doctor Carns shook his leather bag.  Metal things inside jingled.  I didn’t like the sound of that. 

“Can I get my coat? “ mum asked meekly.   

“We’ll get it for you.  “ The head Ludd sent one of his men into the house.  He came back with my coat in error, but I didn’t argue.  Mum put it on, seemingly unaware it wasn’t hers despite the difference in size between us.

“Please, someone, can you tell me what’s happening.  “ I was close to tears as the Ludd and doctor Carns took my mum firmly by the arms and led her away. “She didn’t do anything!” I yelled.  Everyone stopped.  My mum shook her head at me with gentle resignation.

“As I said, something was overlooked. “ The head Ludd was staring coldly at my mum.

“It’s my pacemaker Mol. “ It was all my mum said before being led off.  I stood there not knowing what to do, what to say. Constable Figis had to put his lantern out to hide the look of shame on his face. 

“But it was just the clocks that went back…” I slumped onto the doorstep.  ‘Doctor’ Carns came and stood over me.  “It was just the clocks…..” I repeated.

“Pacemakers are very good time keepers Mol.  Very good.  And also, forbidden. “ He put his top hat on and walked slowly away before stopping briefly. He turned.  “I’ll make sure they send the coat back.” My mum’s face had already disappeared from view. I would never see her again.

            The clock had gone back. 




Monday, 12 October 2015

The Eternity Bureau -quick update


Sorry there hasn't been an update on the blog for a while, but I've been doing a lot of work getting "The Eternity Bureau" ready for its release.  I'm also looking get it released as part of the Kindle Singles programme of shorter novels, which may delay it a little longer. 

In the meantime, here's the cover art by Richard Ellis

Wednesday, 2 September 2015


Stranger Dimensions
by Sean Kavanagh (c) 2015

“What did you do?” yelled the shift supervisor running toward Joachim’s console.

“Nothing.  I just followed the spec.” Joachim was new at the factory, so he didn’t have a point of reference, but the supervisor looked pretty furious.

“Does that look like nothing?” The supervisor said pointing to the bank of CCTV’s.  On it, a giant Automata – that’s what they called the robots they made – was climbing up a ventilation shaft.  The shaft was too small, but the vast Automata just broke through the rock anyway as it made its way to the surface. “Oh no, it’s going to make the surface.  You must have done something!”

Joachim shrugged.  “I did it by the book.” He proffered the book to his shift supervisor.  The man seemed unable to take his eyes off the grainy monitor showing the giant machine climbing to the surface. Finally he turned to Joachim.

“OK, let’s see the specs then – “

“Joachim. “

“Right, Joachim.  Bring up your screen.  Let’s start with the 3D printing.”  Joachim did as he was told and brought up the screen that instructed the factory to machine parts for the Automata.  The supervisor looked at the folder and back at Joachim’s screen. Then he looked at Joachim and shook his head. “You tell me. “ He handed Joachim the folder.  Joachim look back and forth between the specs and his entry.  Where it read 50cm for the legs, he’d entered 50 metres. Where it read 40cms for the arms, he’d entered 40 metres.  The factory didn’t care what you asked it to do, so it had merrily set about machining and assembling the parts. Tiny errors in data entry and he’d created the gargantuan thing in the air shaft. 

“Oh no...”

“Oh no? I want to say I’m surprised, but strangely you didn’t invent the sloppy work culture at this factory.” The supervisor took the folder back.

“Can’t we turn it off?  We can probably recycle most of it. “

“Too late, it’s reached the surface.”

Joachim pulled a puzzled face. “Why’s it too late?”

“Because you’re not the first idiot to do this.  When it reaches the surface, it’ll realise it doesn’t fit the dimension of the world outside and go…nuts.”

“Doesn’t seem likely,” replied Joachim.

“It’s not likely, it’s certain.  I know, because it’s happened before.”  The shift supervisor picked up the phone and dialled a long number. “This is factory 3.  We have a B.U.G about to make surface, request full response.” He nodded satisfied and put the phone down.  Up on the monitor, a giant hand and head was emerging from the ravine.

“What’s a B.U.G?” asked Joachim.

“Big Unfriendly Giant.”

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Wednesday, 26 August 2015

The Human Incident - alternate covers


People seem to enjoy looking at the book art and covers on this blog, so I thought I'd post up a couple of variations on the cover of my science fiction anthology "The Human Incident". 

All the artwork was created by Richard Ellis ( and I may end up using one of these if I do a Kobo version of the collection - until then, enjoy

"The Human Incident: A Sci Fi Anthology" out now - with brand new cover art by Richard Ellis.

35 Stories
133 Pages - approx
Just £1.49/$1.49 on Kindle
Buy it  here:

Monday, 3 August 2015

AUGUST'S STORY: "The Fog of Wharr"


The Fog of Wharr

 by Sean Kavanagh (c) 2015
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Monday, 20 July 2015

The Human Incident: A Sci Fi Anthology

Hello - a publishing update - now available:

All my short stories from various magazines. websites and previous kindle books in one place - "The Human Incident: A Sci Fi Anthology"  - with brand new cover art by Richard Ellis.

35 Stories
133 Pages - approx
Just £1.99/$2.99 on Kindle

Buy it here:

Thursday, 25 June 2015

Book Cover Art... An addiction


As much as I love reading and writing books, I'm also a complete sucker for great cover art.  My bookshelf is heaving with books of all genres, especially 60s and 70s sci-fi and horror, which I bought in part due to the cover art.

Here's a few fan art covers which Richard Ellis (@bookartguy) has shared on twitter - and that I'd like to share here as I think he's really caught what these two books are about.  I'd buy these if they were in print, despite already having the books.  Enjoy.

Wednesday, 10 June 2015

A bit of Pulp Science Fiction fun

Hello - thought I'd post up this as Fiction on Foreign Planets Volume 3 is out tomorrow - it's NOT the cover art you'll see on Kindle, but a bit of fun produced by an online pulp magazine cover maker the Pulp-o-Mizer - enjoy!

Thursday, 4 June 2015

New Sci Fi collection out NOW


Volume 3 of Fiction on Foreign Planets will be available very soon.  A collection of shorter tales, influenced by Rod Serling, Ray Bradbury, Harlan Ellison - as well as a few more offbeat tales. The artwork (again supplied by Richard Ellis)  is below and I will post up the Kindle link as soon as it's live.




Friday, 15 May 2015

Kindle Unlimited - Fiction on Foreign Planets vol 1 and 2


"Fiction on Foreign Planets vol1 and 2" are now back in Kindle Unlimited (and lending library) - and can be read for free if you have access to those services. 

I decided to make them available again this way, as people seem prefer reading short fiction this way. Links are below

US Kindle:

UK Kindle:

Thursday, 30 April 2015

Thursday, 23 April 2015

A little story for St George's Day

A little story for St George's Day (previously published by


George stood over the slain dragon, his banner fluttering in the breeze. The beast at his feet motionless.
George turned to see where the angry voice had come from. “Yes? “
 “Did you kill that dragon? “
 “Yes, I did. “ George winked.
“Got a permit?” asked the man, who was a park ranger.
“Beg pardon? “
 “Do you have a permit to kill dragons out of season? “
 “Er, no. “
Sighing, the man got his fine book out.

(c) 2014 Sean Kavanagh

Sunday, 19 April 2015

An Interview with the Author (not a Vampire)


I was lucky enough to get asked to at interview for Sean Smith on his blog about my new collection of short stories and other things - you can read it here - and many thanks again to Sean for asking.

Thursday, 16 April 2015

Nation Flash Fiction Flood Day - 17th April 2015


Pleased to say my short story - 'Our Better Angels ' - has been picked to  appear on the FlashFloodJournal blog as part of National Flash Fiction Flood at  approx  9pm (UK) Friday 17th April  :

Monday, 13 April 2015



Thought I'd share some of the reviews of they my sci-fi and horror collection "They Came For Our Eyes". 

from Goodreads:

"Excellent as always by Sean Kavanagh. A darker twist than his previous two collections, but retaining the same short, sharp clarity of prose I've come to expect from his writings"

"Another wonderful collection of short stories from Sean Kavanagh. Each story has an underlying theme of something being taken from us. Sometimes the result is terrifying - sometimes it is beneficial".

from Amazon:

"I'll keep my review short like the stories themselves. If you like quirky, dark, unusual stories with a twist much in the spirit of The Twilight Zone television series then you won't be disappointed with this book. Perfect little reads for the commute home."

"A great assortment of stories, thought provoking and entertaining. If you enjoy Philip K Dick I would definitely recommend"

You can buy the collection here on Kindle  (or loan it via Kindle Unlimited):




Monday, 6 April 2015

The Last Anthology?


Thanks to all those who bought my first three sci fi and horror anthologies on Kindle.  After a bit of thinking, I've decided I'm going to change the way I publish my short stories in future.  Kindle is a great platform for longer forms, but isn't really the place for short fiction.  So, in future I plan to publish my short fiction in different ways.  I've already sold several stories this year to online fiction magazines like 'Mad Scientists Journal', and I think this is probably the best way to get as many readers as possible looking at my stories (which is all any writer really wants). 

So watch this space, and I'll update where my latest stories can be found.

(I may at some point collect up the stories I have sold once the rights revert back to me and do larger anthology on Kindle - but that is probably a while off).


Sunday, 8 March 2015

Still available "Fiction on Foreign Planets vol 1"


 "Fiction On Foreign Planet - Vol1" my first science fiction collection is still just 99p/99cents on Kindle  (links below) - if you like it, why not leave a review or buy another collection?  happy reading, cheers SK

UK Kindle:

US Kindle:

Thursday, 5 March 2015

Enjoy your World Book Day 2015


It crept up on me this year, so I've not had time to get a free story ready or schedule any giveaways, but I hope you enjoy 2015's World Book Day.

I'm going to go and buy something from my local bookshop at lunchtime.  And I know that some authors in London are giving books away at various locations throughout the day - so keep an eye out on your way to and from work or school.

If you're looking for some new science fiction tales, "They Came For Our Eyes"   my new collection is out too - just 99c or 99p.


Monday, 23 February 2015

They Came For Our Eyes! - out now on Kindle!


My new Kindle collection is now available to buy - below is the contents and artwork - you can pick it up for just 99p or 99c for the first few weeks.

My new horror and science fiction collection "THEY CAME FOR OUR EYES" is out.  This collection is slightly different than my previous two, with stories pitched at the sweet spot where horror meets science fiction - inspired by the likes of John Carpenter and David Cronenberg.

UK Kindle Store:

USA Kindle Store:

The book is free to loan via Kindle Unlimited.


Taking the Upgrade

When the Clocks go Back


The Angel’s Share

2002 – A Space Argument

The Man from next Tuesday

One Man, One Vote

The New New App

They Came For Our Eyes

Sunday, 18 January 2015

Reviews of my first book "Fiction on Foreign Planets - vol 1"

Hello all.

I'm not sure why I didn't post up a collection of reviews at the time, but as I was updating my main website, it seemed like a sensible thing to do - so if you're after more info on my first collection of science fiction, here are some reviews: (if it sounds like your kind of book, the Kindle links are at the bottom) - Cheers, SK

EDIT: The book is now just 99c/99p and available to lend on Kindleunlimited

From Amazon UK:

"A short story collection where the word 'short' really does not do it justice. Very short, snappy slices of sci-fi, and very funny in places. The stories all follow a similar pattern, a standard sci fi set up, alien setting, or alien characters, or both, with a quirky twist at the end of each, all of which are very satisfying in their own way.
My personal favourite is one which tries (hilariously) to blame global warming on tge Roswell landings. Another about a sentient android spreading disease throughout the galaxy is intelligently written.
Overall a very quick, enjoyable read. Recommended" -

"An excellent collection of imaginative and well written short stories.

It's fair to say that this stands up well against any of the recent bookshop titles I've purchased in this genre and I look forward to reading more of this authors work.

Great value for money and highly reccomended! "

"Brilliant collection of short stories. Written by someone with a natural flair for drama."  - 5 STARS

From Amazon USA

"Although short, this book still included eight fascinating tales. I really enjoyed this collection of short stories and would definitely read this author again! I loved the writing style and enjoyed everyone of the eight tales. Great job" - 5STARS

From Goodreads

"This book has some unique stories. Some are really strange, and some are funny but each story has something you couldn’t probably guess before starting the book. Science Fiction readers would be interested in giving these stories a try.

It’s a quick and interesting reading; giving us a peek on visions of future" -

"Fiction on Foreign Planets” is a witty collection of sci-fi stories, which are well crafted and are a lot of fun. The author clearly understands and enjoys the sci-fi genre and so is able to create scenarios that every SF fan will recognise – so we get alien invasions, androids, space travel, etc, but whereas these ingredients usually end in cosmic disaster and wars in “Foreign Planets” they are mostly greeted with wry humour.
There are a couple of exceptions: “The Insurance Man” and “Android Mary” can be read as straight sci-fi, with a definite nod to Philip K. Dick. But, since Dick was the most naturally humorous of the great SF writers, anyway, it isn’t too much of a stretch and these stories add a slightly darker tone, which works well.
Most of the stories, though, end in what might almost be described as punch-lines, which makes it difficult to discuss them in detail without spoiling the effect. So, I’ll avoid doing that. What I will say is that anyone who’s a fan of “Red Dwarf” or “Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy” is bound to enjoy reading “Foreign Planets”."

From Amazon Australia

"At turns high concept, satirical and frivolous.
Full of the promise, wit and ambition of the early Iain M Banks short collection.
Looking forward to more from Sean Kavanagh."



Thursday, 8 January 2015

Science Fiction - my online stories


My new Kindle collection should be with you soon (if it's not already up by the time you read this).  But until then, you have a look at a few sample shorts and bits of flashfiction which I've put the links to below.  They're all sci fi or horror - and free - so why not have a look?  thanks SK

Stories on

"The Price of Courage":

"The Mighty Blade":

"People are EVERYWHERE":

Stories on Wattpad:

"Mr Smith is Late":

"We Regret to Inform You":