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Echoes of the Last Howl

Jul 29, 2013

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He ran. He ran as fast as his legs could carry him; his tongue flapping as he did so and his breadth coming in deep gasps. He was used to running and could run and walk for miles and miles but today was different because today he was running for his life. To make matters […]

Dawn of Ravens

Jun 24, 2013

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The banner gently flaps in the breeze. It’s torn and has no meaning now. The sun has just risen over the horizon and the only sound is the eerie cawing of ravens. Other sounds come then that were inaudible at first. They are the sounds of pain. Of tiredness. Of death. Of defeat. The warrior […]

No Good Deed Ever Pays

Jun 2, 2013

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Okay, where to begin? I suppose how I got to this point really would be a good start. I’ve only ever tried to do the right thing by so many people over the years but one day everyone pushed me too far. Much too far. All I wanted was a home to call my own […]

Coming Home

May 13, 2013

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He was home. It had been many years since Stephen had set foot in Ireland, let alone Kinsale and he had missed it more than his heart could ever express. When the plane had landed at Cork Airport a feeling had come over him that could not really be explained. It was a good feeling, […]

Sunrise

May 2, 2013

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I just killed a man today. Well it was about two hours ago as a matter of fact. I don’t know who he was or anything about his life. All I know is that I killed him and enjoyed it. Every last bit of it. Why did I do it? Am I mad? A psychopath […]

Dead Words (A Short Story)

Jan 4, 2013

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He woke up early, his sleep having been disturbed by bad dreams. If truth be told he hadn’t slept properly in years. He carried the weight of the world on his shoulders of late but hadn’t he always anyway? His heart and soul were heavy with it all. He had to be awake anyway for […]

A Kinsale Ghost Story

Sep 17, 2012

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Kinsale, County Cork, Éire October, 2011 Early Evening The young English tourist had been having a great day in the small picture perfect harbour town of Kinsale. He had eaten his meal in Jim Edwards bar and restaurant on the bar side with his girlfriend. They had a couple of drinks then she had decided […]

A Note To Whomever (A Short Story)

Jul 23, 2012

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*The following story has since been rewritten to be published as a larger work. Details will follow. I’m tired. Tired of everything at the moment. My life is going nowhere as I sit and vegetate every single day, my brain turning to mush. I hope for rescue in some form for I have given up […]

The Ballywotsitmabob

May 31, 2012

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Late one night he heard a sound Coming from the mansion grounds Not far from the woods he thought Maybe it was a poacher in a trap caught? But a funny sound did it make Like a fox and a chicken, the sound did grate So deciding to go see what it was he heard […]

Watcher in the Woods

May 24, 2012

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She walks her dog one dreary night Let off its leash not far from sight Then old rover goes off on the woods She calls out for him from under her hood Then she hears a yelp from the trees Suddenly the dark comes so she can’t see Nerves rear their ugly head Fearing something […]

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