Stories

Stories

Explosions
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By Debbie Caulfield There were three, one of them, quite innocent, perpetrated by me. We had one of those old valve TVs, big wooden box, small picture. It had been kept alive for several years by John, the repair man. He wore a string vest in a shop crammed full … Continue reading

For She Is Art
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By Nuala Carten A cobalt blue streak, lies in the hollow of her neck ritually anointing her hallowed pulse. Droplets of yellow gold, curve a trail to the allure and warmth of her unashamed unbridled breast. Lovett shaded green, nestles in one unruly curl jealously guarding her from those who … Continue reading

Summer Daze
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By Bridie Canning The huge Chieftain Oak outside the kitchen window was the only tree on the landscape. During the night, her first in the holiday cottage, Meave was scared the high wind was going to blow it over on to the roof The storm passed over leaving droplets of … Continue reading

Two Snippets
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Fragility: My body, the house I live in, compact, chunky solid, taken for granted, compared out. When it no longer functions, gives up, burns out, does my spirit, the essence housed inside, go as well? Or, like some mystics believe, does this culmination of a life, lesson learned, wisdom gained, … Continue reading

The Inspection
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By Paddy Mulan Miss Flood stood wooden-faced, at the front of the class. She was a formidable figure, heavy without being fat, with dyed brown hair swept up and back, Maggie Thatcher style. Beside her and dressed in a white coat, an equally large Nurse Dunne was pulling on a … Continue reading

Epiphany
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Every morning after turning on my computer, I access The American Heritage Dictionary program and its word for the day. This day, the word that came up was: Zymurgy – The branch of chemistry that deals with the fermentation process, as in brewing. I laughed heartily because exactly thirteen years … Continue reading

The Inspection
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By Paddy Mulan Miss Flood stood wooden-faced, at the front of the class. She was a formidable figure, heavy without being fat, with dyed brown hair swept up and back, Maggie Thatcher style. Beside her and dressed in a white coat, an equally large Nurse Dunne was pulling on a … Continue reading

Abandoned
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By Paddy Mulan It was a special day. Rory’s twenty-first. Where was he? Why had he not come like a knight in shining armour and swept her away? They could set up home like a proper family. Sinead still clung limpet-like to the possibility that one day he might find … Continue reading