writing – Page 17 – Paul Andrew Sneddon

We Are Made of Stars

I saw my breath in front of me, laying in bed this morning. The temperature barely made it above zero today. The rooftops are frosty, cars are frozen up and the pavement is like an ice rink. I saw a couple of folk struggling into town. Slipping and sliding like some pro level slapstick comediansContinue reading “We Are Made of Stars”

The Bridge

** Contains strong language and themes of mortality and violence. ** Section 1 It started here, on this bridge. A December day with the temperature falling. Away from the crowds, the shoppers, the revellers spilling out of the pub. The cold waters of the Kelvin running beneath me: timeless, endless. A police siren sounds asContinue reading “The Bridge”

The Meaning Of Life

Come close,and I’ll tell you—roll up;put your money down. We got all the cash?Okay.Put it out back by the door.Be ready to go. Here we go, everyone—listen close:all will be revealed. The meaning of life is…Ahem: the meaning of life is… Do you know it?What is it?No, really—what is it? I’ve not worked it outContinue reading “The Meaning Of Life”

Pawn Shop Guitar Man

I’m a pawn shop guitar man.They don’t let me in uptown.I don’t get around downtown much either. I’ve been waiting for the bus,but the buses don’t run. It’s okay.It could be worse. I’ve got this guitar. Paint’s a little worn. Six strings.Twenty frets. A universe. Lift it from the case.Start to play. Testifying beneath theContinue reading “Pawn Shop Guitar Man”

Escape Down the Alley

The city was quiet this time of the morning. The last of the drinkers and the clubbers had made their way home and the rest of the world hadn’t woken up yet. The occasional taxi roared past, breaking the early morning quiet, its lights reflecting on the wet ground as a slow cold December rainContinue reading “Escape Down the Alley”