Paul Andrew Sneddon

Tag: short story

The Work

Mar 30th, 2026

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…
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Night Shift

Mar 11th, 2026

Eddie drove down the main road, music playing loud. He was sure he was the only guy in Ayrshire playing 90s rock down the back roads. Definitely the only one still using CDs. What was it they called his favourite bands now? Classic rock. Fuck…
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Two Ghosts

Mar 9th, 2026

The waiter brought the mug from the front bar, just like the singer had requested: half full of white wine. The crowd was different through here, the buzz of the front bar seemed another world. He left the mug by the piano and smiled at…
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Lighting Fires

Feb 16th, 2026

Walking through the station.All human life is here.Someone is playing piano.Drawing a crowd.Keep moving.Gordon street,Summer light.People everywhere.Music playing across the road.Couple arguing on the corner.Making my way through the crowd.Light of the living.Am I just getting older?Time without reason.Or purpose.But the days that rustHaven’t got…
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Shore

Jan 28th, 2026

Looking down on the water. My car parked by the wall.Two weeks since I moved into this hotel down by the shore. It’s seen better days, but it’s still standing.Kind of like me.Swanky resorts are for accountants and bloodless retreats. Here, I’m meeting ghosts.The guy…
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Tag: short story

The Work

Night Shift

Two Ghosts

Lighting Fires

Shore