Thirteen Tales – Cycles


Cycles (Originally published in Thirteen Tales) http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk Orange light tried to sparkle off the wet tarmac. Otherwise all was still, even the three figures that lay in the road. Two were face down by the kerb, the other was splayed out in the middle of the street. Their faces were hidden by motorcycle helmets. Leather … Continue reading Thirteen Tales – Cycles

A Spring of Dreams


By Scott Andrew Bailey The result of a year-long challenge to write a poem a day for a year. Raw and accessible poems of many moods. Presented as they were written and so reflecting my mood, my life and my time constraints at the time. Available as Kindle or hardback from Amazon or CreateSpace

Ring of Justice (Kyrielle)


By Scott Bailey © 2013 In golden age where steel was kingRich voices of great bards there ringThe rising pride of knights there swellsAround the ring where justice dwells Behind the throne where power liesThe dark intent deep in his eyesThe ancient druid gathers spellsAround the ring where justice dwells The jealous son holds his … Continue reading Ring of Justice (Kyrielle)

Suspense – Thirteen Tales


Suspense Revenge can be patient. And it can come at the most unexpected time. Old crimes, suppressed and twisted come back to haunt a monster. Thirteen Tales of Ghosts By Scott Bailey A collection of short stories concerning ghosts. Some are traditional ghost stories in the tradition of M.R. James and Edgar Allan Poe. Other … Continue reading Suspense – Thirteen Tales

A Spring of Dreams


By Scott Andrew Bailey The result of a year-long challenge to write a poem a day for a year. Raw and accessible poems of many moods. Presented as they were written and so reflecting my mood, my life and my time constraints at the time. Available as Kindle or hardback from Amazon or CreateSpace

Thirteen Tales – Cycles


Cycles (Originally published in Thirteen Tales) http://www.scottandrewbailey.uk Orange light tried to sparkle off the wet tarmac. Otherwise all was still, even the three figures that lay in the road. Two were face down by the kerb, the other was splayed out in the middle of the street. Their faces were hidden by motorcycle helmets. Leather … Continue reading Thirteen Tales – Cycles