Category: Fiction
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Mac Tíre (Part 3)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (In case you want to read them in order) Cora couldn’t explain the familiarity with this wolf but it was obvious. She was also very curious, so she agreed to go back with him and hear him out. As she rose from the damp…
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A Recipe for Hope
It had been about 15 years since I’d seen Angus. Still not sure what I’d done to make my son so angry, I always baked a cake for his birthday. This year, as always, I was baking his favorite. Hoping…always hoping that this year he’d come home and there would be his favorite cake and…
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Divided
“I’ll take a coffee. Can I get a little bit of double cream on the side? I’d also like a croissant if you have any.” The server noted Deidre’s American accent, nodded and moved away to get the requested items. It was unseasonably sunny for May, especially in Dublin. She was happy that she’d decided…
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Mac Tíre (Part 2)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. Click here for Part 1 (I’d suggest reading them in order) The large grey wolf descended the rocks towards her: Their eyes locked on one another. Neither of them letting the other have the satisfaction of looking away. Inside her she was divided. Part of her wanted to run.…
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Mac Tíre (Part 1)
Pronounced Moc Cheer-a. Irish for “Wolf”. She loved driving for the sake of driving. The smooth road and good music never ceased to put her back on the beam. Tonight she was driving home from an errand. She noted that night was coming on and it would be dark soon so she turned on her…
Claiming My Voice: From the darkness, the light emerges. 