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My short stories have appeared in anthologies and magazines including Mslexia, Litro and The Orphan Leaf Review – here’s a taster of my most recent publications.

‘Candlemaker Row’
– winner of the ‘Writing Edinburgh’ competition, and inspired by artist Kate McLean’s Smell Map: Edinburgh. You can read the whole story, along with snippets of text from hundreds of other Edinburgh authors, on the amazing LitLong: Edinburgh website.

One day we’ll have ghost people alongside my ghost smells. The technology isn’t there yet – but when it is, we’ll start with the old favourites: Mary Queen of Scots, Deacon Brodie, Robert Louis Stevenson. You’d roll your eyes at that: history for tourists. But how perfect to bring them back, the lives that were woven into this city. And we have to start somewhere.

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‘In Yon Green Hill To Dwell’
– winner of the 2014 The Fiction Desk competition; inspired by the 18th century Border ballad ‘Tam Lin’.

‘Forbidden,’ I say. ‘That had something to do with it.’ The word sounds like an invitation. That lift in its middle, flicking up: like raised eyebrows, or the hook of a glance.

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‘Now Here’
– in Gutter 09.  A short story about getting lost: described by The Skinny as ‘a perfectly handled piece of realist science fiction’.

Really, they scarcely needed to knock me out. They did, though – they knocked me out. Jesus, of course they did. This was my actual brain.

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Time-keeping In Public Places’
– in New Writing Scotland 30. A story about rain, renovations and running out of time; the Scotsman said it ‘signals a trumpet call of urgency and great promise’.

Sharon sucks on her straw, makes a hollow sound. She’s down to ice and air. She has noticed that Florence only ever complains about clocks that are fast.

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Ninety-nine Tae Wan Against’
– winner of the Sunday Herald’s Wave of Change competition, published in Imagination: Stories of Scotland’s Future. A story about redheads in a Scotland in the near future.

Gran had remembered it, had grown up through it, in a different Scotland. We were dying, she’d said. Simple as that. We had nothing but empty space.

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