About The Writing Shed

Hello, I'm Andy hawthorne. I'm based in Coventry, England.
Welcome to The Writing Shed — part literary refuge, part creative fallout zone. This is where stories are written under questionable lighting, with the unwavering support of strong tea, mechanical errors, and one robot who thinks he’s my editor.

Each story here has been dragged from the chaotic soup of my imagination and stapled to a sketch — or vice versa. It’s hard to tell. Sometimes the picture comes first. Sometimes the words. Occasionally, both arrive drunk and have to be translated.

The illustrations are in black and white, partly for aesthetic reasons and partly because colour costs extra (and Sprocket blew the ink budget trying to print toast). You’re welcome to imagine your own hues, moods, or existential crises as needed.

New stories appear as often as I can wrestle them onto the page without assistance from a tranquilliser dart. If you’d like to be notified of these narrative misadventures, there’s a newsletter somewhere. Sprocket claims it works. I remain sceptical.

Thank you for popping by. Mind the biscuit crumbs, ignore the smoke, and enjoy the stories.
They’re not always sensible, but they are mine.