Doug tore at the guitar string. His fingers were shredded, the guitar fed back. Louder and louder till it was ringing in his ears. He looked at the notebook. Big Empty. He grabbed a glass and knocked back the drink. He was nearly sick as he picked up the bottle and threw it against theContinue reading “Big Empty”
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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”
Rock and Roll
Part 2 of Rock and Roll is Dead Frankie leaned into the table as Deak said, ‘Rock and Roll is dead.’ “No, it’s not.” “Aye, it is, Frankie.” Deak took a swig of his beer as he watched the barmaid walk by.“Look at the charts. It’s all pop princesses and dance hits.” Frankie snorted. “That’sContinue reading “Rock and Roll”
The Ghost
A tale of blood, shadows, and spite by Paul Andrew Sneddon Blood on the PavementThese empty streets. The crowd is gone now. Taste of blood in my mouth. Doors closed. Curtains drawn.The police car parked down the road.Siren flashing.Rain pouring down.The detective.Empty Eyes.My father’s man.His blade.Will do what he is told.Always has. Always will.Taste ofContinue reading “The Ghost”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 