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Sent To War Too Late

Sent To War Too Late By Paul McCann Two young bucks just out of school couldn’t wait to enlist for the war . Gerry and Colm were given a uniform and...

The Protection Visa

The Protection Visa By Paul McCann Komer Newman arrived in Australia on a tourist visa and like many others he was having a great time seeing the...

We are part of the Earth

We are part of the Earth. While all the earth has something to say I speak to teach the next generation. I praise our Earth. From the garden of my...

Observations.

Recently I noticed some things, that I had not thought of before. Someone I know, had bird poo drop on them, while they were out. It remined me, that...
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School friends

I was never much for friends. In primary school I was a loner, though I didn’t have the word for it then. My younger brother was the one with a...
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"Art of Trouble" 4

Jade finished her coffee and croissant sandwich of ham and cheese as she scrolled through information on her phone regarding the artist, Casper...
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Bunkers, Dads and Clubs

At last freed in the real world now, but my dad died and I a rebel without a cause. During third year engineering studies my grandfather died also...
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Xion Island Zero ... The Final Chapter.

The sky above Lake Windermere was an impossible blue, a colour that was too beautiful for grief. But grief and joy twisted around each other as the...
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Xion Island Zero: Chapter 46

Kelvin crouched beside Nash. ‘He’s in good hands, Si. They’ll help him.’ Nash shook his head. He’d seen enough to understand what was happening. The...

A Rainy Night On Bleecker Street

A Rainy Night On Bleecker Street By Paul McCann In a distant place and time somewhere in New York , in Lower Manhattan . is an enclave within...

The thief on the cross and the Man in the middle

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] He knew so little then, but that he had no right to enter after death that heaven pure and bright. But knew...

Speaking Of Eternal Love

Speaking Of Eternal Love By Paul McCann There and then when love will take us there To a place beyond that golden stair . Where the door to eternity...

Two Hands

My Mum's favourite piece of African art hung in our lounge in Zambia, ever since I can remember. My niece treasures it now, here in Australia.

Interchange

Interchange The exchange that fuels our universe is the laws of reciprocal, often seem to go unnoticed, or we have become so accustomed that we...

It Almost Feels Like Summer

I know what you did. You sick, slimy cheat. Worthless bastard. She stayed because she pitied you, yet you strut as if you’re a prize, as if you could...

Bunkers

Beginning high-school the lowest class he lent me rugby toggs and a jersey from someone for my first rugby game, I was on lock even being the...
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The Girl Who Loved Music

The Girl Who Loved Music By Paul McCann There are those who have chose a career or a path to follow in life and then there are those who have been...

Confession

CONFESSION "Bless Me Father for I have Sinned,” was the opening incantation of the penitent. "Ego Te Absolve, In Nomine Patris, Filie, Spiritu,...
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