Mah Gran in Aberdeen she wis a psychic. Th’ neighbours wur always round. Gran was gey old and […]
Category Archive: fiction
The closest I had to a father growing up was a pink vibrator I found in my mother’s […]
What’re ya in for, punk? he said, when the cell door slammed behind me and the locks all […]
Donitz parked by the Salvation Army Store. He had an apartment now. His first. He’d always lived with […]
I’ve tried talking to myself less but it can’t be helped. I’m past forty now so it doesn’t embarrass me as […]
You can never get enough Hanki Kleeneshi if you ask me. I know they’re not asking me, but […]
Your tongue runs against the roof of your mouth. Snow falls outside the window and you think of […]
I don’t believe. I asked to survive the night. ~ He kept blessing me. He wouldn’t stop blessing […]
I’m standing in the cash point queue on Deptford High Street when the guy at the machine turns […]
We don’t come from much but we don’t come from nothing. When we were young we had this […]
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