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Cargo Of Souls By Paul McCann The ship pulled In To Belfast Lough on a quiet evening when the shops had all closed and the pubs were getting busy . A...

Even on the tops you can see our hand. There are no buildings to block the gaze, no streetlights, no cars or tarmac. But giant skeletons walk the...

The Ultra conservative agenda Is a snake that Sheds its skin Their control has slide And now they question How do we regain control totally? The...

Dennis And The Abandoned House By Paul McCann Every day Dennis would leave school to have lunch at his Grandmothers house. It was always an...

The audition for the role of ‘me’ took place in a dimly-lit room on the third floor of an institutional building on the outskirts of Holborn. There...

You had a brutal week. Lots of internals about salaries and redundancies. The trade union continuing with its strike action. Politicians calling you incompetent. Headlines in the media comparing you to Mr Potato Head.

Becasoe Of Love By Paul McCann I can still remember that day , when love came in a special way Since that day my life has changed and I will never be...

Bike Ride To Paris By Paul McCann , Along the streets and over the mountains they pedal on between gauntlets of applauding spectators in the Tour De...

Easy. Crait was being surprisingly co-operative even though the tranquilliser had almost entirely worn off. With a few minor adjustments, the harness...