Michael White: 22 books

"The Road from Ballylaneen to Skellig Michael" is a short story suitable for children of all ages. When Fionn sets out to perform a task he has little idea of the adventures that await him, or the strange red haired woman he meets on his way, Aoifa, who may - or may not - be one of...

Michael white approaches the genre of science fiction in his usual skewed and ever so slightly eccentric way. An alien ship visits Earth with a definite purpose in mind… but they may be just a little bit … well… late? By the author of Paul McCartney’s Coat and other stories, Tours of...

"Me dad use to say that in Liverpool there was always a ghost next door. As a kid I spent many a dark night huddled under the covers in case the ghost from next door decided it liked our house better, because we didn’t seem to have our own ghost so there must definitely be one at number eleven....

Charlie Horse has very set ideas of just how his pub should be run. No food (apart from crisps and nuts) and very definite ideas about what kind of customers are welcome in his hostelry. Until one day an inspector calls... Please note this is a short story and is quite difficult to categorise...

"Keith had a problem with some things but others were okay. Matchsticks, for example. He did not like them. When he had started work at the office the canteen chairs were not so good either. It was the way the chair legs scraped on the floor if someone moved them. It made him wince, and he definitely...

This is a big, big park. There’s nobody more aware of that than I am. Although there are more or less sixty constables in the Liverpool Parks Police force, there are more parks than Sefton to look after. We cover the bloody lot! At any one time there are probably about twenty of us in Sefton Park...

My name is Sheila Teresa Roberts and I’m a lipstick girl. Or at least that’s what some people call me. Others can be just a bit more brutal. To hell with them, I say, though I would say it quietly, and perhaps under my breath because believe it or not, I was brought up to be, and am, a good Catholic...

“The Sound of Guitars...” Liverpool. A city of poets, musicians, comedians and several banana shaped lamb statues. Oh, and a yellow submarine – and a cathedral (or two), and now a collection of fifteen short stories, tall tales and mysterious occurrences celebrating the city as well. Wrapped...

"My name is Kaeso Desticius Catulus of the Valeria Victix 20Th legion, tenth cohort to the Centuria commanded by Mithra blessed Alexis, of the Contubernium led by myself, ten days fresh from Deva and sent straight to the heathen wall. You may call me Catulus...." Please note...

Dedicated to anyone who works in a call centre. Today is going to be a good day at the office... "A Good Day at the Office" is one of several short stories from the collection, "Liverpool" which is available to purchase separately.

“That’s it.” she said, smiling from the back porch. “Just right. If you fill it with the compost I’ll put the primroses in it. It’ll look lovely there.” Billy dragged the first bag of compost over to where the bucket now was and propping the bag of compost up against the bush went to...

There’s a unique, wonderful smell to a real traditional Scouse pub. It’s a strange old mix of stale beer and fags. Now bear in mind I’m not talking about any of your flash clubs or upmarket stuff now. I’m talking about a real old fashioned Liverpool pub. The kind of place where you go to drink...

“The tree, Henry” Squire Bidecoombe pointed out, “That is the root of our inconvenience. Once a year the whole church yard is assailed by acorns. Everywhere they are. The tree must go.” In the year of Our Lord One Thousand Six Hundred and fourty six in the village of Tharnet, just before...

The book is a story of events and laughs in the lives of a river boatman and his two sons as they work each day on the river, including their reluctant involvement in helping the police solve several crimes. It gives the reader a view of the personalities of the father and his two sons, their opinions...