Fiction and Short Stories

Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 3 of 3)

‘Ok. I reckon this is a drill, but lets act like it is real, ok?’ The unit nods, there is no doubt that, for now at least, Aeythi is their self-appointed leader. ‘This is what we do. Sergeant Ptrro went to the com-tent some time ago and has not returned. My conclusion would be, ifContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 3 of 3)”

Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 2 of 3)

Negari Aeythi is considered by many to be the most mature boy in his unit. To say that this is an achievement is really to over-estimate the abilities of the others, though, who more closely resemble a pack of feral dire-wolves than a cohesive Ghnootu fighting squad. This is unsurprising. Born out of a needContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 2 of 3)”

Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 1 of 3)

To the Ghnootu people of Alww Eitbhe, there is one overriding principle to which everyone is expected to contribute: family. In any given circumstance, and for whatever reason, the needs of the family come first and foremost. Yet the family structures are unconventional, even for those in the Alw star system as a whole. TheContinue reading “Wind on Alww Eitbhe – (Short Story Part 1 of 3)”

The New Pretender

(Fiction) I think the worst part of all this is that we simply were not prepared… We’re so fucked… NAC Bio-Scholar’s Log #450728:154328th July 2145 (circa.) [Redacted] No one is quite sure precisely where the would-be ‘Neo-Jacobites’ came from, but it was clear almost from the outset what their purpose was: Raise army, march south,Continue reading “The New Pretender”

Sex on a Mountain

or The Manic Pixie Dream Girl Scenario (Fiction) “So? Do you want to have sex with me or not?” This was the question I was greeted with. Out of breath, dirty, sweaty, all manner of unattractive and she asks me that. And all this with one of the most beautiful vistas in Scotland spread outContinue reading “Sex on a Mountain”

Incognito

(Fiction) Tie straight, button done up and newly cropped hair neatly (ish) brushed, he stood up and walked to the door to welcome his new form class. As they walked in, beaming with every handshake and personal greeting, their stares and wonderment were tangible. Questions were hanging in the air, as they always are withContinue reading “Incognito”