Fiction Writing
**contains terms which may offend** The Bruce raised his sword high, the driving rain battering against the silver blade, washing away the English blood. The dark clouds that had been the menacing back drop to the battle suddenly parted. Glorious sun shone over the tired and battered survivors. This was his moment. He could think … Continue reading SCOTTISH KINGS
He appeared naked, emerging from the mist hanging over the loch. Mhairi stopped scrubbing the shirt. His torso was chiselled, the hair a dark mane, his eyes a piercing green. When the water no longer covered the top of his legs she knew she should look away, but she stared, as in a trance. He … Continue reading THE KELPIE
JOHN ROBINSON REPORTING BBC NEWS 'You can see behind me the Union Bridge in it's raised position. This ability to raise and lower the bridge was only installed a little over a year ago when the Scottish Government decided they needed a get out, a little insurance, should England again vote for Theresa May to … Continue reading MAY-DAY
'Bagpipes aren't even a Scottish invention.' 'But they are the Scottish instrument.' 'No one in Scotland goes around dressed in kilts.' 'No-one?' 'Okay, the odd bloke might, but he smells of whiskey and urine and people steer clear of him.' 'The American tourists love this stuff.' 'Do you really think Scots wear tartan everyday?' 'I've … Continue reading A TRUE SCOTSMAN
Mist rolled down the hillside into the base of the valley where the small hamlet lay. Silence ruled as the hanging shroud dampened any sound. Then, cutting through the atmosphere, a clear, sharp repeated noise emerged. 'Slap, slap, slap' footsteps against the rock path descending the slope. It was joined by another, louder noise. A … Continue reading THE BEGINNING OF A REVOLUTION
