Tag Archives: disappearance

A Parent’s Bad Habit

It makes my skin crawl, it really does. Annoys the hell outta me. Why can’t he do it in the privacy of his bathroom? That’s what I wanna know. Of course, if I actually asked him that he’d get all … Continue reading

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I had no idea what was going on

There were explosions, screams, the adrenaline was pumping through my body, heart hammering so fast I honestly feared it was gonna burst at any second. Why I had no thought for my own safety, fuck knows. I don’t think I … Continue reading

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Whatever Works for Ewan

First time I saw him do this, we musta been 6 or 7 years old. I’d pop over to his after school, we’d play some video games, maybe kick a ball around, that sorta jazz. Then I’d head home for … Continue reading

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Lost & Found

A bullet on a chain. It had belonged to my brother, and shortly after switching schools I began wearing it as a talisman. I fancied that it could ward off evil spirits and provide me with confidence into the bargain. … Continue reading

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Scraping the Bottom

I don’t remember a lotta things. I mean, my memories are always hazy, fuzzy round the edges, confusing and contradictory. Sometimes, I find myself remembering things in third person…can you believe that? Too much Tomb Raider, GTA, Max Payne and MGS, … Continue reading

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The Curious Case of the Bus that disappeared up its own jacksey

Gardaí are appealing to anyone who may have information concerning the whereabouts of one 25 bus to come forward immediately. The lost public transport vehicle, which routinely departs its terminus at Lucan Dodsboro in the direction of Merrion Square, and … Continue reading

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What the postman wrought…

Another ‘first line’ taken from the handout at last month’s creative writing group. The line is in bold again. He stared at the writing on the envelope, a taut expression on his face. I watched him from the breakfast table … Continue reading

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