Self Published Short Stories

DeparturesSelf Published The Red Fleece Author’s Note FREE They kiss, hug and whisper goodbye to each other. She walks forward, towards her departure gate. “I can’t do this anymore.” She looks back at him. “I love you too much.”

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Self PublishedFogged The Red Fleece Author’s Note FREE The two women sat opposite each other, hidden from the street by a fogged window. One does all the talking, husband, children.

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self publishedFootprints in the Rain The Red Fleece Author’s Note FREE Every day I walk through the park. A world of green split by a river of concrete. That day there was something new, footprints in the rain. I follow. How could I not?

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short storiesLivi 50 Ironstone Author’s Note FREE A new town dominates a Medieval village, A new history on old,

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Short StoriesPens The Red Fleece FREE Author’s Note I dig deeper and deeper into my bag, an old rucksack from school I now use for uni. It was frayed around the edges, covered in Tipp-Ex, pen and old bits of thread from the patches of rock bands and adventures.

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Self PublishedSummer Swings Scottish Book Trust FREE Back lit by ever lightening summer skies, air rushes around me. Down I go, blue turning to green turning to grey. I face the earth before back up I go, grey to green to blue. Back and forth, back and forth.

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Remembering the SandRemembering the Sand The Red Fleece FREE In the summer of 1932 my mother sent me to work at my Grandfather’s shop in the coastal village of Glenbay. I stepped off my train and breathed in the engine steam and sea salt. At the far end of the platform was my Grandfather.

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self publishedVictory Sandwich The Red Fleece Author’s Notes FREE Sometimes you feel like you’ve just saved the world even if all you have done in stop one small company going out of business. “We’ll sign the contract.” The words become children inside me…

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Green on Dead - Author's NotesGreen on Dead The_Red_Fleece Author’s Notes FREE Captain Dyce walks across the dead land she is responsible for. The whoosh of nuke rockets and the whizz of bombs haunts her. The smell of incendiary fires are burnt into her nostrils.

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Self-PublishedSwinging Back The Red Fleece Author’s Notes FREE They carry me to the horizontal bar on their shoulders. My hands grip the metal pole like I’ve done hundreds of times before, like how I’ve wanted to again.

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Self PublishedGrandpa’s Trees The_Red_Fleece Author’s Notes FREE My email account is full of body blows: bills, rejections, petitions demanding that bad people stop doing bad things. Somehow the petitions get me down the most. They are pointless, little more than a sticking plaster on the barrel of a gun.

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Self PublishedBen Fraoch Inkitt Author’s Notes FREE ‘It is too dangerous,’ they say. ‘More people die on Ben Fraoch than the rest of Scotland’s mountains put together,’ they add with suitable levels of hand wringing.

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Self PublishedRipples of Choice The Red Fleece Author’s Notes FREE “You have a choice.” The four simple words echo, in stereo through Sally’s head. One is experience, the other conviction.

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Self PublishedForest By Moonlight The Red Fleece FREE Snap! The echo bounced off the dark forest tress. I knew what was coming next. Sean Graham, our self-elected leader because ‘he was a detective’, signalled us to stop. The other two followed us instruction, shotguns readied on trees.

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Self PublishedCampfire Stories The Red Fleece Author’s Notes FREE Smoke drifts into the star filled sky. Flame devils dance between the fire’s blackening logs.

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