About Michael Sellars
That would be me. Perfectly fine with being called Mike, Mick, Mickey. But, in my head, I’m always Michael. That being said, I’m quite partial to Mikey. Anyway, this is my website. It exists largely as a crass commercial exercise to promote my self-published horror novel, Hyenas. I mean, have you seen the size of that banner? It’s in your face like an acrid drunk who’s mistaken you for his best mate. For the purposes of this website, I am that drunk. And you are my best mate, mate.
Aside from an almost desperate attempt to get people to buy Hyenas, I will also be publishing the kind of things you generally find on a blog: reviews, opinions, reactions and unreliable memoirs. Hopefully, I’ll be publishing a few short stories, too. Maybe even a picture of my cat. Note to self: buy a cat. Or steal one.
Warning: my politics are a little to the left and, every now and then, I do have a tendency to go off on one. Big time. I like Jeremy Corbyn. If anybody knows the legal process required to make him be my dad, please get in touch.
Below are some nice things people have said about my short stories…
A nice review
Today is Not from Murky Depths issue 1 and anthologised in Best Tales of the Apocalypse from Permuted Press
“Today Is Not” by Michael Sellars is not the most action packed of the stories in this issue, but it is easily the most intense. A severely disturbed woman seeks pieces of some powerful magical item (a Luminissmus) in fragments of broken glass. Her search for these pieces, her collecting them, and her testing of them is sharp, anxious, bloody business. Her life falls apart, her family unable to help her. Will she complete her quest? The outcome makes for a jagged and chilling tale.
Phil Soletsky for Tangent Online
“Today Is Not” by Michael Sellars features a woman who has suffered a great loss. This is one of those stories that gets more chilling as it goes on
Sam Tomaino for SF Revu
Another nice review
Written in Water from Forgotten Worlds issue 4
Jenny, the heroine of “Written in Water” by Michael Sellars, is an Ephemeron: she has, as one of the main characters puts it, “no existence beyond the parameters of the contract between [himself] and [her] current employers.” Jenny’s contract has expired, and now it’s time for her to disappear. But Jenny doesn’t want to be “folded away.”
I thought this was a terrific premise, and the story that ensues from this, aside from being a very taut and very well-written suspense piece, is also a reflection on what makes us real, on whether we are the sum of our memories or something more, on whether constructs can have an existence of their own—themes reminiscent of Philip K. Dick.
This is what gives Sellars’s story its memorable side. Recommended.
Eric Jamesstone for Tangent Online
Oh, look: another one
And Everything But Wretchedness Forgotten from the From the Trenches anthology from Carnifex Press
The horrors of the World War I battlefield are revisited in “And Everything but Wretchedness Forgotten” by Michael Sellars.
Robert stumbles through the trenches as the gas pours over him, experiencing both the ugliness of war and his own personal horrors.
Sellars’s story recalls the tone and feel of many of the most vivid pieces written from World War I, such as Wilfred Owen’s poem, “Dulce Et Decorum Est”—the terror of the gas, the fear that your children might have to fight in this war, the horror that other children already are. It reflects upon modern questions about war, recalling savagery we are supposed to have moved beyond, and sparks debate over the very nature of war—whether it is really war we are engaging in or something less savory.
Michael Fay for Tangent Online