This section of the web-site introduces you to some of my unpublished short stories. I have a leaning tower of similar tired, lonely items: I have taken them out to air them. They would probably appreciate being read at least once before they crumble to dust...

If - by chance - you like a story that appears here, please let me know.

Sammy Gregg's Bad Day
Ken this? Ah felt crap. Ma heid hurt, ma erms wiz legs, couldnae budge. Sammy, sez ma, ye've turned into wan of they giant beetles, like yon DVD. Come oan, yer at yon Trial at ten, aff yer erse.
Sheriff Castle sez the accused must stand, like. Ah couldnae, ma legs werenae lang enough, my back wis a' stiff, ken? Samuel Gregg, ye're in contempt - six months in The Penal Colony, that'll learn ye. Och, but ah'm aff tae Florida wi' ma auntie next month. Aye well, sez he: America's no for youse. No real, ken what ah mean?

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