Introduction


Welcome to my official website and blog


Daniel MacKillican and his furry AngelHi, and thanks for stopping by.
My name, as you might have guessed, is Daniel MacKillican. I’m a British writer and self-published author. I also enjoy writing my thoughts down in the form of poems, making relaxing videos, taking photos of anything and everything that piques my interest, and I am fascinated by the realm of lucid dreams.

This website is where I let my mind and creative spirit dance. I like to write as I speak, so be prepared for the odd swear word here and there.

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A taste of what’s on my website


Ama – A horror story about life, death, and the hell that awaits

Paperback book cover design for my horror novel Ama

Death is not the end for Jason Drake. Because of the murder he committed in life, hell awaits him. But Jason is not concerned about his own soul, he wants a chance to save his daughter, and give her back the life that was taken away too soon. A demon offers him this chance, if he plays her simple game.

Read or listen to ‘Ama’ ⇒


The Wriggler – A short story

The Wriggler - Header Image

Why do they hang them from the trees like that? Oh, I’m not complaining, but it makes no sense to me at all. I can understand hanging the old ones, and maybe some of the rotten ones too, but this one looks quite young and healthy. He will taste good, I’m sure of that. The last one they hung up was a young one too. I enjoyed picking at that one for weeks, and fed ’till the bones fell with the leaves.

Read or listen to ‘The Wriggler’ ⇒


When three became two – A poem

Old derelict house on Dartmoor

It was a simple country house; a peaceful, secluded home
A family nest of brick and stone.

The age for this domicile I’m sure was high
For it was around to see horse and cart drive by.

Centuries had passed with the tick-tock of life
Without a moment of noteworthy strife.

But this house had a secret, of that I am sure
Stick with me, dear reader, and I shall tell you more.

Read or listen to ‘When three became two’ ⇒


Dreaming of Death, who looks a bit grey – Dream journal

Dreaming of Death, who looks a bit grey

I’m driving a car at great speed, while chasing another car. The other car skids to a halt along an ordinary suburban street. A large figure jumps out of the car… Death? Well, he looks like the archetypal Grim Reaper: Very tall and dressed in a long, hooded cloak, although he appears to have left his scythe in the car. The cloak is a bit odd-looking though, as it is not black but a rather washed-out grey colour instead. But I’m in no doubt as to what he is, as I watch him—Death—run off.

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The bones of a movie script – Random stuff

This post is not intended to be a tutorial, it is a way to hopefully force what I have learned so far to make a home in my sieve-like brain. I’m aware that the chances of my screenplay ever being held in the excited hands of someone like Guillermo del Toro are slim to Planck length, but if I’m gunna do it, I’m gunna do it right! I’m also a Virgo, which apparently makes me a perfectionist…I’m joking; I like looking at the stars but I don’t believe they pay much attention to my comings and goings. I’ve gone off on a bit of a tangent here…I have a tendency to do that…it’s like when…shit, I’m doing it again.

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I hope you enjoy your visit 😉