Shore
Recorded a video this morning reading “Shore”. One of my favourite things I’ve written this year. You can find the original post from January this year here https://paulandrewsneddon.com/2026/01/28/shore/
Paul Andrew Sneddon
Scottish Writer from Ayrshire
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Fridge
The fridge started beeping. That insistent beep when you left the door open. They used to joke about it. Alright fridge, I see you. He stood in the only light in the room and closed the door. The light disappearing. Gone. He sighed and felt the tension run like electricity through his back and shoulders. […]
This House is not for Sale
He sat on the edge of the bed and listened to the silence. Felt the dark room around him and smiled. The only light from the street outside as he listened to the wheeze in his lungs. He breathed in and counted, one, two, three and coughed. Ah fuck’s sake. Again. This time he made […]
Soul
Sitting here thinking to myself.Funny how some folk can pick up a guitar and it’s soulful.Some pick it up and apologise for themselves. It’s Friday.The rain is falling softly outside my window.I’ve got tea,steroids for a chest infection,paracetamol,and a nice little temperature running.And Johnny Cash playing the old classicsthrough to the American Albums. Long Black […]
New Collection
Sitting on the front step, enjoying some unseasonal sunshine. A crow flies down and lands on the lamp post. I’m thinking that would be a great picture for those stories I’m writing. Yeah, I know. Who calls their collection, even a short collection, “Death”? It’s hardly one for the impulse buyer. Nobody’s sitting on the […]
Ten Pounds
The sun was setting behind the old multi-storey. He remembered coming through to town when he was young, walking down the thin corridor in the shadows between the car park and the shops and out into brilliant sunshine. The sun was setting now and there were a few folks coming and going. The line oftaxis […]
Two Crows
Two crows down by the river. An old beat up guitar, you know the kind of one that’s travelled with you. Good company, seen the miles. Passing it back and forth. On the river banks. Here’s one I wrote. He smiles back at her. Here’s one I wrote for you. They’d found something to argue […]
Mission: Don’t Die
Plant my feet and stand up.Full height.No apology. Blood, oxygen, life.My life. Keep moving. Hand across the scar.It’s part of me.Like Ayrshire rain or the waves at the shore. The words.The work. One day I’ll be gone,but not today,not today. You’ll have to drag me,off this fucking planet,out of this life.It’s mine. (c) Paul Andrew […]
Deathbed Blues
I’ll be lying in a hospital bed looking at my toes at the far end. My wife, the kids around me. Maybe old Mike from next door. Looks like he’s going to win the dead pool after all. A nurse I don’t know. Or no one at all. Who wants to die in a hospital Continue reading “Deathbed Blues”
Slate
Summer He stood out in the street, the first light of a summer morning sneaking through. 5am. He had met Jane when he came back to town. She was working at the charity bookshop across town when he had gone in for a browse. He didn’t think he would get recognised back home but she […]