Stories by Author A-Z

The air in the cabin was tense. We were not talking much so the crackling voice of the pilot in the cockpit was easily heard, even over the droning engine. 'Going over now boys, ready to jump?' ...

A Telegram was bad news. Everybody knew that, so when one arrived at the tenement house that the Gold family had been allocated to, Nanny Gold began wailing and screeching. My Aunty Joy tore it open, ...

'Hurry up, George! I can't hold on much longer!' The voice sounds desperate, frightened and although I do not yet know the word, I would describe it as having more than a hint of panic about it. ...

My Grandfather, Charles Curtis was 16 years old when World War 1 broke out and by the time he was 17 he had enlisted into the army. Charlie had hopes of being admitted into the RFC, but although he ...

My family legend is my grandfather, Sultan Ahmed. What makes him a legend is that he came to Scotland not knowing the native language. Very quickly he grasped the language and then took a big ...

Edinburgh's Southside, 1951 My great-aunt lived in a tenement building on the south side of town. She was a very religious woman and would make many trips to the church. The Sisters of the Poor ...