Cherrypicked stories

I didn’t expect to end my life sat on a toilet. As I drift in and out of consciousness I’m vaguely aware of Shaking Stevens’ Merry Christmas Everyone...

Monday 5th of December 2016, 9:12 pm. Dear Diary, today was just a current day, nothing much happened. Studying in the morning, working on the...

The years rained down on her like a child's spiteful playground punches. She was brutalised by the time in which she lived, a time, when those who...

Twixt here and there

I belong to our local Senior Citizens Association. I joined in order to play in the scrabble group a few years ago, but also volunteered to set up a...

Tears stream from Aleppo; blood sunken, shattered city; scarred and ruined, scattered lives while monolithic men, with stone hearts watch; unshaken...

The bricks they may bleed and the rain it may weep And the damp Lagan fog lulls the city to sleep. It's to Hell with the future, we'll live in the past May the Lord in his mercy be kind to Belfast. Maurice James Craig

Away from the leafed through house and far from the stale, bitumen thrum of traffic crush we curl back into the womb of the earth. Topping the brow...

Janus recounts the publishing of his first history, about the ancient movement towards freedom and improved quality of life in the earlier history of Gallanol. He models many of his recommendations for the improvement of life in the grey work driven modern society of Marta and Gallanol on them.