Echoes of the Last Howl
He ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him; his tongue flapping as he did so and … Continue reading Echoes of the Last Howl
He ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him; his tongue flapping as he did so and … Continue reading Echoes of the Last Howl
The banner gently flaps in the breeze. It’s torn and has no meaning now. The sun has just risen over … Continue reading Dawn of Ravens
Okay, where to begin? I suppose how I got to this point really would be a good start. I’ve only … Continue reading No Good Deed Ever Pays
He was home. It had been many years since Stephen had set foot in Ireland, let alone Kinsale and he … Continue reading Coming Home
I just killed a man today. Well it was about two hours ago as a matter of fact. I don’t … Continue reading Sunrise
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Kinsale, County Cork, Éire October, 2011 Early Evening The young English tourist had been having a great day in the … Continue reading A Kinsale Ghost Story
*The following story has since been rewritten to be published as a larger work. Details will follow. I’m tired. Tired … Continue reading A Note To Whomever (A Short Story)
Late one night he heard a sound Coming from the mansion grounds Not far from the woods he thought Maybe … Continue reading The Ballywotsitmabob
She walks her dog one dreary night Let off its leash not far from sight Then old rover goes off … Continue reading Watcher in the Woods