The Martlet


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The Portrush Flyer

I got to know Oran Berrills five years back during my first working year at the Examiner. When going up Forgall Terrace one day, I saw something drop...
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Filthy Old Machines

How was I to resist this woman that had controlled my every waking thought for nigh on twenty years? The ability to hold my tongue went on the blink...

The Kibitzers

Oran lumbered into the living room and planted himself in his big puffy chair by the window. The chair had been sliced to ribbons over the years, the...
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The Malediction of the Moneyed

Oran had seen some success over the years with articles showing up in Ireland’s Own and The Sacred Heart Messenger but whenever over the course of...