Peter Bennett

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StoryThe Bothy (Part Two) Peter Bennett32 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Bothy (Part One) Peter Bennett12 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Bools Peter Bennett22 years 7 months ago
StoryGraftin Peter Bennett32 years 7 months ago
StoryMcShane's Reprieve Peter Bennett12 years 7 months ago
StoryRude Awakenings (Part two of two) Peter Bennett72 years 7 months ago
StoryRude Awakenings (Part one of two) Peter Bennett02 years 7 months ago
StoryPark Strife Peter Bennett122 years 7 months ago
StoryGood Intentions Peter Bennett172 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Thin Blue (White) Line Peter Bennett22 years 7 months ago
StoryA Fragrant Excursion Peter Bennett22 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Thief at the Café De Bs. As. Ewan42 years 9 months ago
StoryThe Grizzling Mark Burrow192 years 9 months ago
StorySooz 9 celticman92 years 9 months ago
StorySooz 4 celticman82 years 11 months ago
StoryThere Are No Words Ross_Lowe223 years 3 weeks ago
StoryPigeon Variations - Ch 4 - Hero Grill Chef Mark Burrow153 years 2 months ago
StoryDavie McCallum 1971- celticman183 years 2 months ago
StoryPigeon Variations - Ch 1 - Control Mark Burrow123 years 2 months ago
StoryA Pile Up of Boys celticman193 years 3 months ago
StoryMarginalia from a Self-Help Book Ewan83 years 3 months ago
StoryFriendship Simon Barget123 years 3 months ago
StorySomething You'll Have To Live With sean mcnulty153 years 3 months ago
StoryThe DJs Who Turn into Swans Mark Burrow153 years 3 months ago

My stories

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The Power ay Suggestion

The street’s silent an cauld, the last bite ay winter’s teeth clamped tae the mornin, hingin oan in a furtive, futile last effort, in defiance ay the...
Cherry

Dyin Embers

The flames huv died doon an receded when ah look in the metal dustbin. Ah’d punctured holes in it the previous summer tae make a wee incinerator fur...
Cherry

A Proposition

The walk back tae the motor is slow an contemplative. An wet. Scanlon’s right. Ah’m in too deep wae this cunt. He’s goat his claws in an he’s no fur...
Gold cherry

Liberties (Part Two)

‘Danny! Whit the fuck ye dain runnin oot there wae yer scarf oan? Ah wis just stoappin tae tell ye where ah’m drappin ye.’ Joe shouts through the...
Cherry

Liberties (Part One)

‘HAIL HAIL, THE CELTS ARE HERE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE, WHAT THE HELL DO WE CARE!’ loud singin comes boomin intae ma room fae the street below. The...

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