James G. Seviour
Writer
Coming Soon
The Santiago Times
The Santiago Times is a magical realism novel about two English expats who arrive in Santiago, Chile and live through the civil and social unrest and one of the biggest earthquakes in the early 2010’s.
Hoping to reinvent themselves in a city fractured by class, where ghosts whisper with the shadows of the dictatorship era, and the living graffiti of the country's ancestral native tribes reflect their inner turmoil and forces them to confront the very truths about who they are and what they truly wanted to escape.
Breaking Free
Moments that change your life are never singular. They are the flapping of wings that pick you up, an inch at a time before you take flight into a new stage of your life. I sat cross-legged on the beach as if in meditation while the spray of the salted surf tingled my lips. The mighty Pacific Ocean breathed in, then sighed a whisper of its harmonious tale, a song of calm and struggle. I didn't hear it, but I felt it knowing that I face a choice, a crossroads: Do I start a new life in Chile, or do I go back to the UK and continue where I left off? ....
Conversation between
Land and Sea
On the western coast of South America as day breaks before the sun rises. SEA: ‘Good morning. Good morning. Good morning.’ LAND: ‘My goodness, is it that time to wake up already?’ SEA: ‘I’m afraid so.’ LAND: ‘Why am I all wet? Seriously Pacific you don’t need to throw water on me all the time!’ SEA: ‘I’m sorry, I just don’t like being alone.’
Euphoria
The world blurred for Jenna as she stared out at the smooth emerald pastures from the bridge. Why is everything about control when it comes to fear? She thought, surely, it’s rational to fear death. Jenna turned her head, a flock of geese glided down over the troubled waters. She stepped up to the ledge with bungee rope wrapped around her ankles. The instructor behind tightened the cord until it dug into Jenna’s skin, ‘Are you good?’ he asked. Jenna turned a pasty white. Her steady breathing shortened. What the hell am I doing?
The Last Winter
The last winter was one of discontent. Don’t worry; I won’t quote Shakespeare or anything, well maybe a little at the end, anyway I will acknowledge how I was broken at that time. There was one day, a weekday, in the middle of that dreadful season after Christmas, I recall when I stood at the centre of the Circus, a roundabout at the top of a hill under an ancient tree; its leaves plucked themselves off like feathers, its roots thrust into the earth and blackened branches like wrinkled fingertips held the heavens aloft as if it were alone the titan, Atlas.
About James Seviour
I'm a writer from the United Kingdom. I had two short stories published in Chile, South America, in 2018, and I am working with other writers in Bath, UK, to improve and develop my skills.
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I am currently working on my debut novel and enjoy writing fiction, particularly speculative fiction, fantasy, science fiction, adventure, and romance.