The rain cleared and the three cats lay sleeping in the sun. They had found some shelter behind the wall, away from the cool breeze blowing from the Atlantic. The boy sat amongst them and sneezed. The ginger cat lifted his head. Opened his eyes. And immediately went back to sleep. While the black catContinue reading “Three Cats”
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The Match
This is Chapter 8 from my story “Burn”, one of my favourites. I walk back towards the ground. Under the bridge and there is the waste ground where The Craigie used to be. It was up there with Eddie’s as the best bar in town. Now it’s one of those modern flat blocks and someContinue reading “The Match”
Escape
This is Chapter 12 of my book “Follow the Light” And we are off, bleary-eyed, into the Ayrshire morning. Emmy looks gorgeous, her short blonde hair and a smile that I would never tire of seeing. My car sitting on the street coughs up a cloud of exhaust fumes as I turn the key. AContinue reading “Escape”
Mikey and Pammy Polis
This is chapter 6 of my book “Miserable Bastards”. It was one of the first longer stories I wrote, that I liked. 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 forContinue reading “Mikey and Pammy Polis”
The Work
The boiler sounded like a lung collapsing. My mouth was dry and the headache pulsed around my skull. I looked out in the darkness and back to my phone. 10:39am. No bars. Just the orange glow of the street light. I caught a glimpse of myself; the surface of the mirror shifted. The colours bledContinue reading “The Work”
Paul Andrew Sneddon 