My Short Story is available this coming week 🔞

Out 29th July. **not for under 18** https://www.amazon.co.uk/Our-Home-Thomas-Maxwell-Harrison-ebook/dp/B0B7GVW5XF/ref=sr_1_1?crid=3SKRGT2HF3PHI&keywords=in+our+home&qid=1658760167&s=digital-text&sprefix=in+our+home%2Cdigital-text%2C67&sr=1-1

I have a short story coming out this coming Friday on Amazon Kindle. Please go and pre-order, or bookmark and buy on the day of release. Not a typical horror, nor is it something I usually write.

A home invasion suspense / horror short story. Where did the idea come from? Well simple, the home is our safe place and to break that is to ruin someone’s life. Granted that in this story the main characters are in a holiday cottage. This doesn’t mean it isn’t their home though. Okay blurb time:

In Our Home… where we breathe ice.

It’s been six months since prosecuting barrister Kerrie successfully put away Dean Carter for murder. However, as she lives her daily life with her husband Frank and children Daisy and Tilly, she is unaware that Dean is out, and he’s hungry for revenge.

What we witness is a very quick and brutal home invasion. Which I stress is not nice and certainly a form of horror. I put on the description that it’s a horror thriller, because I have no idea how else to describe it. Suspense, well I hope so although the actual invasion is quick and more about what happens inside.

A short story attempt. I initially planned to release under a pen name but decided against it because I’d have to put my real name in the book copyright section.

Warning 🔞

I stress to you all that if you consider reading this that you should be over 18 years old, or the adult equivalent for your country. This is so important. You do not want to read something that might cause you alarm, distress or even trigger flashbacks or bad memories for you. It is simple not suitable for under 18s due to the violent nature and bad language. I also want to add that home invasion movies tend to get a 15 rating, something I strongly disagree with. Due to the psychological impact of such events, whether in fiction or real, these should really be 18. I’ve seen horrific home invasion movies with rape, murder and violence and attacks toward adults and children at 15 age rating, to be left disturbed. Do not read this story. If you are desperate to read a home invasion horror by me then please have some patience because I will likely write another which is intended for a wider audience.


Don’t forget that Beach Town: Survivors is out tomorrow 25th July – with positive feedback from beta readers so far. Please go check that out and keep an eye on the page because I will run a free price promotion soon after launch.

Cheese Glorious Cheese… & Fries

Confession time. Not last night, but the night before I ate this chicken burger. It was called a ‘tower burger’ and consisted of chicken, hash brown, cheese, lettuce and tomatoe and onion, some BBQ sauce and two lovely buns – not the sesame buns, some variety of gourmet/posh buns. Anyway, I hadn’t slept and I needed to eat so I ordered. It came with really tasty crispy fries with peri peri powder, brilliant taste. I am supposed to be a vegan but since I hadn’t slept I felt like I should divulge myself. Anyway it was lovely and I considered it a treat. Was it filling? Yes it was. Did it taste nice? Hell yes. How did I feel after? I have no idea as half hour after eating I blacked out for 12 hours on the sofa, apparently You Only Live Twice {James Bond} had played on tv and at some point turned itself off, as the day after it said ‘watch again.’ Well I slept right through that.

The picture above is from the site I ordered from. They forget my drink even though I ordered a meal which included one. Not the end of the world, great takeaway. I feel slightly guilty though for giving in to the meaty temptation. I suffered bad heartburn and a ‘junk food hangover’ the next day. It reminded me why I went vegan to begin with!

It wouldn’t be a good post without a poem about said burger: I Ate Chicken, Ultimate Vegan Sinner

Not knowing how passion could exist without it
or how the eyelids could remain awake
the meaning of life slipped into a bun
I remember just how much it was 'yum-yum'
no pickled beetroot, no devastating soya
I just know, I was all out of juice


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Have a read of my Wattpad erotic/love/romance story about one mans night of sexually charged drama and danger @ https://www.wattpad.com/story/307873965-discovery-avenue

Check out my new Elephant Journal post – https://www.elephantjournal.com/2022/04/does-life-mean-something/

I have just written something for Medium too – called ‘Making the most of Writing’ @ https://medium.com/@thomas_maxwellharrison/making-the-most-of-writing-5be702a5e4f9

You can also follow me on social media @Thomas87520559 ! I regularly post and interact with a massive writing community, and I support indie authors and self published authors!


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