Other Fiction

One of those days

It felt that there was no way to hide the mix feelings of anger, betrayal and even hate slow-cooking in her eyes and so she decided to keep her gaze...

Golden Memories: The Mysterious Implements

I had a rather fiery love-hate relationship with my mother, so when I returned home from the town where I worked, I was often shown the door. When...

Golden Memories: The Rich Friend

Although there were a few exceptions, most of our motorbike gang lived on the local council estates. In the 1970's these had often degenerated into...

Growing Down

Billy was woken up by his mum. He quickly washed and got dressed. His Harvard sweatshirt (it was somewhere in Belgium apparently), long shorts,...

The Prisoner

There's nothing like an anus to make us smile. Nothing so human as a pile. We like to pretend it's all so vile, Throw ribald insults with spit and...

The New Religion

Betty donned her best hat, straightened her skirt and set off to church. Reassured by the rustle and feel of her best silk knickers, she strode...

An Unreconstructed Man Repents

I'm going up tut top twenty. I've thinking to do, aplenty. I'm bloody sick of t'virus. So I'm going to think on Iris. She looks reet grand in wellies...

Language

It is often said that a nation's character is indicated by its language. The mechanical structure of the German language, for example, suggests a...

Brian The Bush Man

. Brian The Bushman by Paul McCann Brian lived an interesting way of life after escaping from the city to have a go at clearing some land that the...