This is a ‘future fiction’ story which I started around four years ago when my eldest grandson was about eleven.
There was a stage when Matthew used to make excellent sketches of spaceships, rockets, robots and ailiens, all full of fine detail.
I had hoped we might develop Trevvid’s story together and in doing so Matthew might illustrate it.
Like his father, Matthew has a talent for artwork. Maybe one day he will?
This tale is about three young people who use their friendship and special powers to resist the evil forces of Juuster, the demonic leader of the Kembelatti.
You will encounter lots of strange words and odd spellings. To help, there is a Glossary but I think you will soon get the gist of what is meant by these words.
do give it a go, please.
There are lots of little twists and turns which I hope make this tale readable and enjoyable.
And yes, this one has a happy ending!
Note: I have addded a Contents list which allows readers to navigate to each chapter.
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This is another tale concocted while tapping on my iPad on the veranda during our recent sun seeker holiday in Puerto Pollensa, Mallorca.
In the past we have called this island Majorca but Mallorca seems to be preferred nowadays.
It is a tale which begins in Largo in the East Nuke of Fife, moves to Mallorca then to Tenerife and finally to Gran Canaria.
It is a mystery/thriller/romance.
You may at first think it ‘unlikely’ but perhaps it could be true.
Self-edited using Read Aloud in Word so please forgive typos and use you best judgement.
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This story crept into my mind while I was thinking about two friends who have had recent spells in hospital.
Apart from a two day spell in the Victoria Infirmary as a three-year-old to have my tonsils removed, I have been fortunate never to need hospitalisation. Long may this situation continue!
This short piece is purely from imagination.
Make a coffee and have a delve.
(This was previously called Pastures New.)
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This story was written in response to a Writers’ Circus challenge to create a story inspired by a song or piece of music.
The story started with me listening again to Paslm 23, The Lord’s my Shepherd, sung to the tune Crimond by the long defunct Glasgo Orpheus Choir under the direction of Sir Hugh Roberton. This choir’s SABT rendering is in a distictive Kelvinside accent and has long been a favourite of ours.
It stirs me, often to the edge of tears.
Here is the hyperlink:
https://youtu.be/7BciFYFtmbY?si=oLWu9LnpwSEUgqgA
We have just returned from a short stay at Siverdyke Caravan park, Anstruther where the the first version of this tale was tapped out on my iPad, becoming one of a small batch of stories created by a similar process.
Without further ado, I invite you to read on.
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This tale arose from a Writers’ Circus challenge ---- “Autumn Leaves”.
In the years before the wide-spread use of contraceptives and vascetomies, infidelity leading to children born out of wedlock and ‘accepted’ by the marriage partner were much more common occurences than in modern times.
Or are they?
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This story has its origins from a ‘sighting’ on a train journey to Oxford, long before Covid.
Our train was diverted to Banbury and a lady joined us at a four-seater table.
She was wearing and unusual brooch.
At Banbury, we changed to a bus which took us on to Oxford. They lady went her way and we went ours.
The story began in my head and then I started to tap it out on my iPad and, as happens from time to time, it was ‘lost’ among other snippets to be completed.
Well, here it is at last, perhaps eight years later?
It opens in Harrogate then tracks the life of a girl from Glasgow to Leeds.
To discover more, you must read on. . ..
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This story has been self-edited using ‘Read Aloud’ in Word.
Since there are around 40,000 words there must be errors and if you find one, please make your best judgement and read on.
Thanks.
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This piece came from a Writer’s Circus topic:
“Sandwiches.”
Mercifully, this is a shot story!
make yourself a coffe and give it a go.
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This story came from a Writers’ Circus challenge.
The starting point was a story which Peter, (our Archivist), had saved from years earlier. In that original story, a chap who was often ‘put upon’ by colleagues had a lucky (?) rabbit’s foot. When someone dissed our anti-hero, he rubbed the rabbit’s foot and bad things happened to the perpetrator.
How this present story grew from that first 200 word story is a mystery to me. But here it is.
I suggest you give it a go and if it does not grab you, let it go and do something else.
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This is an entirely fictional tale and I hope that residents of the Scottish Hebrides will accept it for what it is.
It is graphic in style and content, perhaps a bit ‘gushy’ and might be classified as a modern “Mills and Boon” novella.
It is the tale of girl evacuated to North Uist during the early stages of WW2.
She is restless, dissatisfied with her lot, forced to live a life so different from her cosmopolitan upbringing in Glasgow.
Very soon she is an outcast. Partly because she does not speak Gaelic while most locals have little English.
She is resented because she is ‘posh’, glamorous, has nice hair, owns an expensive wardrobe and wears make-up.
There, that will have to be enough.
Give it a go, you might like it, once you have your feet under the table.
As with most of my recent stories this one has been self-edited using “Read Aloud” in “Word”.
If you spot an error or typo, please use your best judgment and READ ON.
Thank you.
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The first scribing of this tory began in October 2017 as a response to a Writers’ Circus challenge “the road that must be followed”.
It involves religion, love, adultery, drugs and alcoholism and may not be everyone’s first choice of reading material.
It starts just before the 1955 Billy Graham Rally in Glasgow.
From Glasgow it then moves to The Gambia, back to Glasgow then on to Tenerife and back again to Glasgow.
Hopefully, if you give it a try, you might become intrigued and want to find out how it concludes?
The first version was edited by my friend Kareth Paterson of Writers’ Circus then became mired in the fallout from Covid lockdowns.
The version offered here was revamped over a two month spell and self-edited using the ‘Read Aloud’ tool in Word.
Please try to forgive typos and when you find a glitch, use you best judgement and read on.
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