Flyers: A Ghost Story for Halloween.
The first time they got a flyer into his hand he was passing the Pleasance Dome. It was early afternoon. …
Category Archives: Short Stories.
Two Bar Music Stories.
Myself and my editor James have both worked in bars from time to time and we have both run into …
The Reverend Stuart Campbell Sues for Defamation!
What bliss it was to be alive in Bath that morning. As the Reverend Stuart Campbell was preaching his sermon …
Army in Place.
There were seven McSweenies in all. By now, all of them were men – the youngest was twenty-one and the …
Funky Chicken.
Myself, Tori, and several of her work friends today made up a small, chance luncheon party. The venue was a …
An Ettrick Fairy Story.
There are occasions when their world impinges playfully upon our own. Imagine finding yourself placed opposite a beautiful woman at …
The Last Ever Can of Irn-Bru in the World.
I went to visit Angus shortly after the twelfth referendum. NO had once again won by the slenderest of margins. …
Sundive.
The sun had hung above Edinburgh for over two days now and most people doubted that much more time could …
An Edinburgh Office Telephone Conversation.
“Good afternoon. Shortbread factory. Steve speaking.” A man’s voice. “Hello… er… is that the shortbread factory?” “Indeed it is. How …
The Barriers: A Fable of Globalisation.
Dawn brought a fretful little breeze and Erastus Balloo lumbering along in his sepia hatchback, a car so undistinguished that …
Ten Years of Tychy.
At the Hive, everybody was sucking on tiny lollipops and drinking cocktails with Nutella in. Polly had given her sister …
The Odyssey of the Boy Detective.
The evening began with a hotel room. Each of the hotel’s rooms had a different colour plan and Dr Hwangbo …
The Owlet.
As he stood watching the hotel, the boy detective felt all of the energy that had been rising in him …
A Confab With My Editor.
I check up on our website less and less frequently these days, but the last time that I did so …
The Boy Detective Combs the Pentlands.
The village of Swanston is like a port that stands between Edinburgh and the great rolling sea of the Pentland …
