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Irish Scribe
Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.
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Irish Scribe
Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.
Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.
Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.
He packed his cameras and lenses deliberately. It was more gear than a typical shoot, but this one would be different. He had chosen the bag for mobility, and his choices were pushing the limits of what it could contain while still giving him the speed of access he needed.
This assignment was going to be different. He had known that for the week, hanging over him as a reminder in the back of his...
Honestly, I hate it.
Part of my job is that you have a number of years to establish yourself. You work up the courage and put it all out there. And then it's over, and you have to go on the job hunt, find a new symbiote, and move on as if nothing happened. There is so little loyalty.
"I need you over here," she said. "I need you to admire my work."
It was quite something. It used color energet...
When I opened the door, he was there. He looked up for a moment, smiled, waved, and then went back to studying the screen.
I stopped back out. The sign next to the door still had my name on it. I reopened the door.
"Excuse me," I said. "I think you might be in the wrong office."
"Passive language," the man said. "We can't have that."
He said this to me as he continued to study the screen, on...
Afterward, they lay in the dark. The bedroom window was open. A gentle breeze swept in and brushed across Guy's face. He heard a neighbor practicing a guitar. Angel sighed.
"I want to take you home," she said.
"This is your bed. I think you just did," Guy said, pulling her closer.
"I mean, I want to show you where I'm from. I want you to meet Dad."
Guy thought about this for a long moment. "A ...
Angel found parts of her career hard.
"Who am I kidding?" she said to herself. "It's more of a job than a career."
She looked down at the woman lying sprawled on the ground before her. Truthfully, it was more of a life than a job.
"My life. Lucky me. Death as a lifestyle." She looked around the scene. It wasn't the best place for someone to die here alone, in the shared laundry room. Lint and...
He had been expecting it. Guy knew that he would get summoned sooner rather than later. He wasn't disappointed or anxious about it. If anything, he was excited.
Guy was bored. Once you go over the whole shock and awe of it all, Hell was a pretty dull place. It wasn't everything that the hype had been setting up.
True, his circumstances were different than most. Most people got booked on the cru...
"I hate it," she said.
At first, I wasn't sure what she was talking about.
"Hmmm?" I asked, looking up from my phone.
"I hate it."
"'Hate' is such a strong word."
"You like this?" She looked at me in disbelief as if I liked some horrendous cultural gaffe, like eating puppies or kicking older women in the backside.
"What are we talking about?"
"You never pay attention," she said. "You just d...
Diarmit leaned back in his throne.
“What did my cousin do now?”
Seachta hesitated.
“Well?”
“He took the book. He’s gone.”
Anger rolled across Diarmit’s face like a winter storm sweeping across frozen fields. He glared at Seachta. Yet there was silence.
“We’ve begun the search,” Seachta continued. “He likely left in the afternoon with the girl. They could not have kept at it all night. They m...
“Suzy, you really can’t let them do this. It’s embarrassing for you. It’s embarrassing for me.”
She looked at him in this place that was all his. His books. His pictures. His knick knacks and memories from his successful life in film and teaching. She felt small.
Susan remembered being here as a student. She was so excited. She had so many hopes and ambitions. Back then, every corner of his offi...
Colm surveyed the scene before him. Beneath a darkened and drizzling sky, mist swirled over the bodies. So many bodies. Their forces had won. They whooped and shouted, moving among the fallen. They removed their valuables, picking the carcass of a dead army clean. Colm felt sick to his stomach.
“I made a mistake,” he said.
“But we won,” Síofra said.
“Did we? Look at what I have caused.”
Síofra...