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Cherry

Like Glass

Above the library rooftop terrace, the sky was dull and flat—the kind of moody white-grey of clouds not quite ready to cry, just heavy with the...
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7:00 PM, Midnight (Chapter 1)

Friday the 13th of December 2024 We finally moved house today. When Dad told me we were moving a few months ago, I didn't really know how I was meant...
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On Godrevy Beach

Dear diary... I remember unbroken crashing sound...as I waded out to sea, leaning forward on my body board, anticipating imminent swell, ideal wave...
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Introducing Turlough Ó Maoláin, Performance Poet

My April, the second of two parts, and restricted to 100 words per day because less is more, and I am the Ludwig Mies van der Rohe of village gossip.
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Market Square

I stood in the Market Square waiting for my wife to come out of the supermarket. Old enough to remember times before supermarkets, my left eyebrow...
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The Fish on the Hill

My April, the first of two parts, and restricted to 100 words per day so that I can’t be accused of banging on about it.
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FIFTEEN.

Fifteen can be a lot of things. Fifteen can be siblings. Fifteen can be pocket money. Fifteen can be grey hairs! Fifteen can be colleagues. Fifteen...

The Grim Reaper by Alfred N.Muggins

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2/3/25 / 8/3/25 Alfred went to bed too late every night. In these troubling times there was to be no rest for those who cared about the causes of...

The Smile That Turned into A Belly Laugh!

A man did it before, he attacked a man, and the man later died, the man that attacked the man also stole a lot of money! He fled to another country,...
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Triumphant Folly In The Park

My Thoughts Dear diary... Embodiment of esteemed antiquity delivered through energetic spring; dappled light emerges in resolution where trembling...
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