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Operation Rorret Ylliad
Ok. This it it. Once more into the breach, yadda yadda… Just keep your head, don’t draw attention, you’ll sail through. Keep your eyes open, stay alert, don’t let your guard down. No funny business, no schoolboy errors, no kid’s … Continue reading →
Posted in Autobiographical, Short Stories
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Tagged Anxiety, Creative Writing, depression, Dublin, fact, History, mental health, non-fiction, self-help, short story, social anxiety, struggle, tardiness, Torture
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Inexplicably Irate
“Joe was the last person on Earth I expected to do that…” She was bawling, tears flowing down her pretty face like a waterfall. Detective Graham McCaffrey remained impassive. He had witnessed a lot of crying over his three decades … Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories
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Tagged anti-hero, conflict, Creative Writing, Crime, Dublin, fiction, flash fiction, Murder, Murder mystery, Noir, police force, psychopathology, short passage, short story, story fragment, the fuzz, thin blue line
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He had it coming
The cloud of smoke hung in the air for a few moments before dissipating in the slight breeze. An overly-health conscious girl glared at its source before returning to scanning the road for any sign of the overdue bus. Attractive, … Continue reading →
Posted in Short Stories
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Tagged assassination, cold-blooded, Creative Writing, criminal, Dublin, flash fiction, gangland, in cold blood, killer, knife, mafia, Murder, shanked, stabbed, story fragment, underworld
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Long-Distance B*tches be particularly crazy…
On the top deck of the 66 bus, Friday night, heading into town. Bloke starts having an incredibly loud argument over the phone with the person whom we on the bus could only assume was his girlfriend. “I’VE TRAVELLED HALF-WAY … Continue reading →
Posted in Gibberish, Short Stories
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Tagged 66, Comedy, Dublin, Dublin Bus, Humour, Long Distance Relationship, Lucan, Mobile Phones, Overheard in Dublin, overheardindublin, Public Transport
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