series – Paul Andrew Sneddon

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”

Rock and Roll is Dead

Part One: Hubie Hubie lay on the bed, strumming absent-mindedly on an acoustic guitar. He wasn’t sure if he even had the energy to write a new song. He almost felt like if he started Terry would be knocking on the door, wanting to know all about it. He had the door open to theContinue reading “Rock and Roll is Dead”

Book Lovers

Part 9 of the Miserable Bastards Series Her flat is nice. A book lover’s flat. There are books everywhere. In the hall, living room, kitchen, bathroom. The whole place smells of books. She is smiling as she laughs at me coming from the kitchen and offering me a glass of wine. “I thought you workedContinue reading “Book Lovers”

Mikey and Pammy Polis

Part 6 of the Miserable Bastards Series Mikey’s back, somehow looking worse than when he left. “What the fuck happened to you?” He’s bleeding from his lip and rubbing his eye. He looks like he’s been under police questioning for an hour. “The polis found my hedgehog, called me a clatty bastard. I told herContinue reading “Mikey and Pammy Polis”

Bam : Part 5 of the Miserable Bastards Series

“Careful, there’s maybe life in this place yet.” I check the clock on my old phone; you can still make out the time despite the crack on the screen. 11:58. Near noon. Bam time. “Another drink, please, pal,” I motion to Frank. He brings me one over, and I slide him a couple of coins.Continue reading “Bam : Part 5 of the Miserable Bastards Series”