Tag Archive: short fiction

THE SEVENTEEN DAYS – A SHORT STORY BY DARRYL PEERS

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These are the seventeen days and we have been told to count them. I bow my head and notice only the steady drone of engines. I clasp my hands together in front of… Continue reading

CAROUSELS OF PARIS – A SHORT STORY BY KIRSTI WISHART

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It is unlikely the true reason why many of the carousels of Paris turned feral and left the City of Lights for dimmer locales will ever be known. Notoriously, they are the most… Continue reading

THERE’S A JOAB OAN – A SHORT STORY BY CALLUM MCSORLEY

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“Get up, there’s a joab oan!” “Fuck up, let me sleep!” “Sleep!? Yuv bin sleepin aw fuckin day. An am sposed tae be the deed yin?” “Aye, that’s right, ye are, so hows… Continue reading

BRODIE – A SHORT STORY BY LEELA SOMA

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It happened in Chennai in 2015. What was a young lad, Alan Brodie, from Elgin doing in Chennai, India? You might well ask! My journey began months earlier, with a dream of a… Continue reading

THE DOORS – EXCERPT FROM A BOOK BY COLIN CAMPBELL ROBINSON

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This is the end, my friend.                               Jim Morrison Only when he writes ‘I’ does he become ‘I’ so he’s… Continue reading

SOME THOUGHTS ON ‘PROTEST’

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This essay is part of our Threat Levels series. In 2006, the UK passed from a seemingly more casual and non-specific BIKINI state to a more serious state of threat, varying from substantial to critical. The reference to… Continue reading

THE END OF THE NIGHT – A SHORT STORY BY GERARD MCKEEVER

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It was last orders when the prophet returned. The streets were silent, a Thursday mist creeping off the Solway and up the Nith valley. ‘Warm night for the time of year,’ we kept… Continue reading

TENDER CARE – A SHORT STORY BY ELISSA SOAVE

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Gavin parked the car, jumped out and ran to the other side to open Sheila’s door and help her out. ‘Careful now,’ he said, as she eased herself out of her seat, holding… Continue reading

NIGHT OOT (AN EVENING TO REMEMBER) – A SHORT STORY BY ALASDAIR MACQUARRIE

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The crisp night air was a reviving tonic as he stumbled a few more steps out the street away from the woozy warm fug of the bar. Autumn leaves swirled around his feet.… Continue reading

TIBER – PICTURE OF A DROWNED IMAGE – A SHORT STORY BY MAX EEVI

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It was a crisp November morning when Tiberinus Silvius – ninth King of the Alba Longa – fell into the River Tiber. * Preceding Tiberinus’ fall, the river’s name rested naturally as “River”… Continue reading

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