Stories

From the burned bones of the broken big birds Radium glows, green for danger. Everywhere the tide has wandered it; except, into the cirrhotic conscience… Read More »Atomic Beach (Dalgety Bay)

Rosie Baillie Well I know for a fact that my sausage rolls would’ve been crisper than these ones. There’s not a thing I don’t know… Read More »The Engagement Party

Roy Partington Disturbance Vixen screamson cockcrow urban lawnsbreak dreamsof heaven in rural fields. Interruption The doorbell rang.Greeted, we talkedand drank our tea. The mobile sang.Deserted,… Read More »Two Shorts

Roddie McKenzie 12/5/14 Writing is a lot like climbing mountains. The same miles of pain and self doubt, the same vertigo, in a view from… Read More »Writing and Climbing