I'm not sure what compels people to write short stories. Perhaps it's because they don't take as long as novels. That's not to say they're easier to write, though. A well-crafted short story is a very difficult thing indeed to pull off.
You can be the judge of whether I've managed it ever. A couple of these have been published by the wonderful Spinteingler magazine, so that must count for something.
Because I have a tidy mind, I've arranged these in something of an order. Well, it made sense to me at the time. Get with the clicky for some short-form goodness.
Well, mostly they are.
These hardly qualify for the title 'story'. They are more observations on life. Little snippets of things that I wrote whilst warming up the typing fingers or trying to stir my sluggish brain into action. Vignettes is a word that springs to mind. Little Vignes.
Some people might say it is arrogant and presumptuous of me to put such ill-formed and miscarried creativity on show. These are the stillborn and should be consigned to an unmarked grave. To them I say, this whole website is an exercise in ego-massaging. I built it to tell the world about me. If you don't like it, you'll go somewhere else. That's the beauty of the world wide web.
Something strange has happened to Aberdeen. Someone has turned the sound off.
When we have no plans, no goals, no hopes or aspirations, we have Telly.
