N. J. Edmunds Fiction  

“Awa’ ’n’ bile yer heid, think yersel too posh fir us, eh?” “Bisset, speak properly! ” “C’mon, man, Ah’m only speakin’ like ma Da.” “Dad,...

He waved the green sheet of paper under my nose again. I felt the welcome air flow. I wish I could remember to open the window in between...

[ a short Flash Fiction challenge piece for a creative writing group I belong to] Blood, snot and tears dripped into the sink as she...

I have finished, I think, my first full length story, just over a year after I wrote the first sentence. Now nearly 60 thousand words,...

He only just caught the bus as it left Iraklion. Sweating brow and cramping gut added to the discomfort of the seat shared with a...

A short Story. How’s my wee man this morning? ‘How do you expect?’ Let’s get your breakfast then I’ll give your hair a nice brush. ‘Ah,...

I have recently completed a course online provided by the Open University, as part of their Future Learn collection of courses. It is...

A Short Story ‘Timmy! Timmy, Pet! I need to speak to you.’ Her tinny voice crackled, scratching at his eardrums and echoing. I’m not your...