Peter Bennett

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StoryThe Guru an Zander Peter Bennett13 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Bothy (Part Two) Peter Bennett33 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Bothy (Part One) Peter Bennett13 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Bools Peter Bennett23 years 6 months ago
StoryGraftin Peter Bennett33 years 6 months ago
StoryMcShane's Reprieve Peter Bennett13 years 6 months ago
StoryRude Awakenings (Part two of two) Peter Bennett73 years 6 months ago
StoryRude Awakenings (Part one of two) Peter Bennett03 years 6 months ago
StoryPark Strife Peter Bennett123 years 6 months ago
StoryGood Intentions Peter Bennett173 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Thin Blue (White) Line Peter Bennett23 years 6 months ago
StoryA Fragrant Excursion Peter Bennett23 years 6 months ago
StoryThe Thief at the Café De Bs. As. Ewan43 years 7 months ago
StoryThe Grizzling Mark Burrow193 years 8 months ago
StorySooz 9 celticman93 years 8 months ago
StorySooz 4 celticman83 years 9 months ago
StoryThere Are No Words Ross_Lowe223 years 11 months ago
StoryPigeon Variations - Ch 4 - Hero Grill Chef Mark Burrow154 years 3 weeks ago
StoryDavie McCallum 1971- celticman174 years 1 month ago
StoryPigeon Variations - Ch 1 - Control Mark Burrow124 years 1 month ago
StoryA Pile Up of Boys celticman184 years 1 month ago
StoryMarginalia from a Self-Help Book Ewan84 years 2 months ago
StorySomething You'll Have To Live With sean mcnulty154 years 2 months ago
StoryThe DJs Who Turn into Swans Mark Burrow154 years 2 months ago

My stories

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Don't Look Back

Ah struggle tae see just how close ah um tae it, reversin slowly, edgin the wee motor’s rear intae the dimly lit yerd. The large shutter rattles as...
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The Power ay Suggestion

The street’s silent an cauld, the last bite ay winter’s teeth clamped tae the mornin, hingin oan in a furtive, futile last effort, in defiance ay the...
Cherry

Dyin Embers

The flames huv died doon an receded when ah look in the metal dustbin. Ah’d punctured holes in it the previous summer tae make a wee incinerator fur...
Cherry

A Proposition

The walk back tae the motor is slow an contemplative. An wet. Scanlon’s right. Ah’m in too deep wae this cunt. He’s goat his claws in an he’s no fur...
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Liberties (Part Two)

‘Danny! Whit the fuck ye dain runnin oot there wae yer scarf oan? Ah wis just stoappin tae tell ye where ah’m drappin ye.’ Joe shouts through the...

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