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In The Days That Used To Be
In The Days That Used To Be By Paul McCann In days of golden shimmers when I sat on carousels with music playing in my head and the laughter of...
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McCalliog And His Hens
“ This story’s all about ducks ,” said Barclay. “ That’s right, ” I said . ” That’s my specialty , duck stories. I’m famed for it. ” “ But the title’...
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Special, Very.
We have two big dogs. When we have workmen, they are put in cages. One cage is in the tv room, the other cage is in the kitchen. The only thing that...
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Steelie 18
Von Stehle finds himself whispering too. ‘What kind of help?’ ‘The usual kind of help a woman in my position needs.’ Brittleness and bitterness in...
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Entry 5 — Someone (no—Something) In The House
Journal of Isla Loren March 20 Location: Upstairs hallway outside the second bedroom Weather: Dark, thick like ink sealing the windows Time: 11:14 p...
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Blustery Day Haiku
A Blustery day The trees practise dancemoves Green leaves shimmering.
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Sketching
I sat myself down on a low stone wall, a semi-circle that splits St Mary’s Road in two. I'm just visiting Midleton, you understand... But I fancied a...
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What We Remember
Lemon trees soaked in light. A herder calls. You sit amidst Spain’s cracked hills, in olive shade. No need to talk— we’ve heard your voice. Though...
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Tan Remembered Toes
Paddling in the River Dun, we’d laugh hysterically as the peaty waters made our white Antrim feet appear a shade of tan.
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Castrator. Part Two.
Still thinking of castrator, I remember when I was 17 and a friend bought her young friend to Church for the first time, I saw something I had never...
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George Wendt To Heaven
George Wendt to Heaven when he died. He was talented and that can't be denied. George Wendt to a bar where everybody knew his name. Now that he's...
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Clouds
Why do the clouds look so stormy today? they're all white but they full of colour I have to say they may look white but shades of gray and blue mix...
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A Night Out on Castle Street
What it says ...
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The First Day At School
The First Day At School By Paul McCann My first day at school was like a transition from dreamland to a concentration camp . I was just one of the...
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Xion Island Carrier: Chapter 15
I am filled with hatred. And the cold, exquisite pleasure of momentum. The map of bloodlines stretches across my laptop like a spiderweb. They are...
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Tasty Harvest
Bush bursting with gooseberries … anticipation: but last year …
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Blue Whale On A Bed Of Nails
I’ve been awake since 3.45 am. I got up to take a piss and then went back to bed. Big mistake, I should have got up, made a coffee and started the...
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Never
What can you say when a dear friend passes away? That they were good and kind and loved my many? That they were respected and stood by their beliefs...
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A Victorian Lady's Memoirs Part Eight
We were brought together, recalling that I couldn't help gazing into Samuel's big blue eyes, this refined gentleman that I felt I'd known in another...
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Out of Season
The soil was still warm. Even though frost clung to car windows and the neighbor’s roof glittered like sugar, Nora pressed her fingers into the...
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