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Why did the earthworm want to go across the road? … was the grass there greener? …

The thoughts of a wee boy in a wee town in the North of Ireland in the late 1960s and his love for a white Morris 1000 van and hares and bicycles and not being shot at and having a jumper to wear that doesn’t smell of sick.

I thought I had heard about all the major bad things in the world. Some things little or small I have read about on social media, as they slowly...

The Arizona dust tasted like copper and old regrets. Quinn spat a mouthful of tobacco out the window of the rumbling stagecoach. Beside him, perched...

“Excuse me, Mr Murdoch,” Julie Fitzhammond shouted at me across the street. “Please, call me Bob,” I said. “What is it?” “Could you help us. We need...

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five thirty on a monday morning the streets empty sunrise blocked by the buildings along western road somewhere, down there over the sea a red glow...

[Continuing the hymn-for-Sundays series] Zechariah … Mary… Joseph … Elizabeth’s boy while in the womb leapt up in joy!

They were cutting through a narrow pass flanked by gnarled mesquite trees when the air snapped with a sudden, violent noise. A high-pitched, chilling...