Calling all NZ horror folk! Denver Grenell and I have long bemoaned how New Zealand horror often gets overlooked, both nationally and around the world. This October, we want to change that. Our plan is to show why more readers should look to the Southern Hemisphere for fresh and exciting new horror. If you know us
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© T.L. Wood, 2025. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events, locales, and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental.This story is copyright. Except for the purpose of fair
A Little Bit of Adrenaline is my Favourite Medicine: Horror, Healing and PTSD
This essay has been a long time coming. I started drafting it eight months ago, to be precise. I intended it to be something very different, but in the end, it was a tool for catharsis. It’s funny, I always used to tell people I wrote creatively to help process my trauma and to make
Healing
I don’t feel very well today, But if you asked me what’s wrong, I’m not sure I could say. My mind is dim, but my body’s on fire, My thoughts are chaotic, strung out with barbed wire. My concentration is… ooh, what’s that?! I feel like my insides have been all squashed flat, And when
Whistle while you work
I could not write or create without music. Music fuels me and inspires me and can turn a slow and unsatisfying writing session, into one that flows smoothly and without hesitation. A good playlist can make all the difference between getting those recommended 2,000 daily words down, and committing only two lines to the page.
Declaration
I am a writer. I am entirely confident in making this declaration because not only do I write absolutely every single day, but also I do not feel like I have any choice in this. I carry my phone, and a notebook and pen with me everywhere, because when inspiration strikes, it quite literally sinks
On Reading Aloud
I have a dream, well, perhaps more of a desire really, to be able to stand up in front of an audience of my peers and read some of my written work aloud. I used to be quite good at it when I was at school, with my teachers often choosing me to read aloud
Boxes
Written in August 2017, only a few days after landing in New Zealand after 30+ years in the U.K. Because what is moving to the other side of the world without some angsty poetry to document your feelings. Boxes Pack up my life into boxes to be shipped across the sea, My home reduced to