Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent In December 1913, I was in El Paso covering the border for a wire service. The Mexican Revolution was in its third year. Pancho Villa had taken Ciudad Juárez. The streets of El Paso were full of journalists, arms dealers, refugees, and men whose occupations fell somewhere between all three. It was the kind of assignment where the story changed every hour and the correspondents drank every night,...

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https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=wZw0bW4Pvzw Pamela Doherty had a baby when she was sixteen. The kind of mother Prime Minister David Cameron warned us about. The kind of mother that was fodder for The Jeremy Kyle Show and for the Tory boo-boys. Ironically, this was the kind of crap loved by the working class as just a bit of harmless fun. Most of us remember Paige Doherty going missing, because she was one of us. We know the shop she was killed...

I am very pleased to announce the publication of 'For All We Know We Don't' - a collection of short stories by our very own Sean McNulty. It's available to order from Amazon here: https://tinyurl.com/msw6b5js FOR ALL WE KNOW WE DON'T is a darkly comic picture of adolescence in Ireland's boisterous and poetic northeast. A coming-of-age story cycle from the glory days of VHS, Samantha Fox, and escaped paramilitaries. Ireland in the late 1980s. It'...

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/The_Little_Red_Chairs What if? You can fill that question in various ways and answer in different art forms. The Little Red Chairs in the title of Edna O’Brien’s novel are symbolic of a wider evil—that of genocide and those involved. It refers to a commemorative art installation in Sarajevo: 11,541 red chairs placed in the street—one for each person killed during the 1,425 day siege, including 643 smaller chairs for...

John Willis had too much material to include in a book of just under 500 pages. The book and BBC oral history project from early in the present century which draws on 47,000 testimonies from ordinary civilians and service personnel. Most go unnamed. Those that are named, represent multitudes. I was particularly interested in Palestine, Monte Cassino and the Gothic Line 1944 because this is where my father fought. It was a particularly bloody...

Filed by Fletcher Moody — Literary Correspondent I have written about many dead writers. This is the only one I helped carry. I was in Baltimore on October 3, 1849, covering the state elections for a wire service that no longer exists. It was raining — not hard, but steadily, the kind of rain that turns a dirt street into a problem. I was making my way to Gunner's Hall on East Lombard Street, which was serving as the Fourth Ward polling place...

Someone in the UK is diagnosed with cancer every 15 seconds. Some readers will be reading with that in mind. Others to find out more about life and death (which isn’t optional). Deborah James died on 28 June 2022, and her death had a major, immediate impact on the sales of How to Live When You Could Be Dead . It debuted at number one and became the bestselling non-fiction debut of 2022. It had me thinking of the classic BBC series: Why Don't You...

“The Way We Heard”: A New Fiction Challenge for ABCtales This new fiction challenge is sponsored by Cerasus who will donate £100 to ABCtales if all the criteria are met. It is inspired by Lille Dante’s current project to write a series of vignettes based around every UK Number 1 Single starting from the Chart’s inauguration in November 1952. Number 1 | ABCtales Lists of UK singles chart number ones - Wikipedia Lille is not confident of...

So not been writing for a while. Just getting through each day as it comes. My boyfriend is amazing, patient and everything like that but feel not myself. I feel angry alot, and then sad then happy. This can be in one day. I am struggling with my emotions alot. I am trying to be the best version of me for my boyfriend because if he sees me at my worst... well i don't think he will want me anymore. Stupid thoughts in my head all day everyday. I...