fiction – Page 3 – Paul Andrew Sneddon

Ballast Bank Rules

Ballast Bank Rules Part One “How the fuck can you live in Ayrshire and not be into golf?” He took a puff on his vape and filled the car with a mushroom cloud of strawberry vapor. “Christ, Chubs,” moaned Eddie, opening a window from the passenger seat and trying to waft the vape cloud out.Continue reading “Ballast Bank Rules”

Guitar Shop Blues

Part 5 of Rock and Roll is Dead Matty turned off the news report from the Riverside Dome and sat looking at the line of guitars on the wall. This was like a teenage dream come true. First week at the guitar shop. He had already sold a couple since starting on Monday. He pulledContinue reading “Guitar Shop Blues”

Long Walk Home

Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across town, that same noise sounded like a hammer to his headas Hubie got back to his dressing room. He picked up the open bottle of champagne and took a swig.The door behind him opened. “Thirty minutes to the meet andgreet.” Hubie threw the bottle at theContinue reading “Long Walk Home”

Last Dance

Part 4 of Rock and Roll is Dead Across the bar, Ami was flicking through her notebook of songs and lyrics, glancing at the empty glass and empty seat opposite her. They would have to play fucking Idlewild at the end of a breakup. Fuck it. It was done. Call me a fucking bitch. Prick.Continue reading “Last Dance”

The Edge of the Volcano

Sometimes I feel like I’m standing on the edge of a volcano. The silence of the night. Weighs you down. Sometimes it makes it hard to breathe. I felt like if you whispered then the whole world would hear. But you knew it couldn’t be true. Could it? I watched the cold, steady rain fallContinue reading “The Edge of the Volcano”