Cherrypicked stories

'There's Dave with his bit of fluff,’ The four men all turned their heads towards the entrance, stared for a few seconds, made a few mocking grunts...

Flood, then and now The providence, I must thank having been born on a riverbank the mighty is the river, miles wide then overall seasons she never...

… muslin mizzle …

This is an old bit of writing from the days when I was still nervous about farm animals. I’ve done a bit of the digital remastering because I was never really happy with it and I thought that while I was fiddling about I would change the subject from a pig to a cow, thus meeting the dictates of this week’s Inspiration Point. So you’d better read it because if you don’t I’ll set James MacGuigan on you.

I was getting good at getting beaten up. I curled into a ball on the bed and let them hit me. Bounced about and squealed. That way you didn’t get hit...

I tried to save Jordan. Went through the motions of trying to block and unlock death. Pulled the wire of out his mouth and got a jolt that shook me,...

It was a very pretty piece of paper, it came from one of those pads that people actually BUY! Me, I cut up old envelopes and use those. This one was...

The amber glow of the setting sun and the crunch of bicycle tires on dead leaves sent shivers down her spine. “Roger, I don’t think I’m going inside...

There stood the mighty John O Groats. Spent his time jumping moats. Lived with a band of stoats and goats. Soaked in a bath with yellow boats. Was...