New Years Eve By The Lovely Lee

By mcscraic on Wed, 27 Oct 2010

It was New Years Eve in a distant place and time when all the world seemed young and free . I was standing alone by the bridge near Parnell Quay looking far out to sea .
Other Fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Christmas In Cork

By mcscraic on Wed, 27 Oct 2010

It was Christmas night in Cork and snow turned into sleet . A crowd all walked together along Great Patrick Street . Full of the Christmas spirit as friendly as could be ,
Other Non-fiction
Poem
Certificate U

Christmas Stockings

By mcscraic on Wed, 27 Oct 2010

If you’re one of those who believe then hang them up on Christmas eve . Around the house when it is still . Empty stockings left out to fill .
Children's
Poem
Certificate U

What's The Worst... Chapter 09

By Dave Flanagan on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

Trisha hadn’t really taken much notice of the little old lady coming up the stairs; she hadn’t really noticed her pause and then choose to sit a little further back in the bus, but she couldn’t
Horror
Story
Certificate U

What's The Worst... Chapter 08

By Dave Flanagan on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

The bus swung into the stop, first the brakes hissing and then the hydraulics of the lowering front suspension.
Horror
Story
Certificate 15

What's The Worst... Chapter 07

By Dave Flanagan on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

Kevin just happened to be standing in the front window at the time. He’d seen the young man coming stumbling down the street.
Horror
Story
Certificate U

Out of body experience

By Terrence Oblong on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

Apparently my heart stopped during the operation.
Miscellaneous
Story
Certificate 15

Love Game

By Charlene Flanagan on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

Scarlet lips begin to curl around The cigarette that she holds Sweet smoke fills up her every breath As another night unfolds Staring at her reflection With a deadness in her eyes
Miscellaneous
Poem
Certificate PG

Shark

By samhennig on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

Were you eaten by sharks, I would be sad, You would not be sad, You would be dead, So avoid the sharks, I don’t feel like being sad For the sake of a full shark.
Autobiography
Poem
Certificate U

Young black male

By pinda on Tue, 26 Oct 2010

The don of the streets, tellin' me I got to hit a snitch. And, when I'm done I got to bury the body in a ditch. Then go to his crib and rape his bitch and set fire to his children.
Crime
Poem
Certificate 18

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