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Natural Science
You are on a mission: today the stabilisers are off your daughter’s bike for the first time, and you are going to the park. She is excited; impatient to get there, and you have to insist on hopping her up … Continue reading
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Tagged Autumn, Beech, Belfast, bike riding, Cherry, Cherry trees, colour, Cycle of Life, death, decay, fireworks, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Maple, Natural Science, rebirth, Rush, short story, trees, writing
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A New Direction, Part 4.
If you haven’t already done so, you should read the other parts before you get stuck into this one. It will make more sense. Part 1; Part 2; Part 3. *** Come on, Davy! Jo urged, life on the edge. … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Cushendall, Cushendun, disappointment, Donegal, fear, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, porn, romance, satellites, Satnav, sex, WPLongform, writing
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A New Direction, Part 3
I would recommend you read Parts 1 and 2 if you haven’t already done so. Part 1, Part 2. *** As the journey progressed, landmarks disappeared from sight in Davy’s rear-view mirror. First Carrickfergus Castle, its stone bulk impressively dominating … Continue reading
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Tagged and blue, Antrim Coast, Ballylumford Power Station, Belfast Lough, Black Cave Tunnel, Carrickfergus, Castle, claustrophobia, Coast Road, Cushendun, Drains Bay, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Italy, Jason O'Rourke, Jeremy Clarkson, Kilroot Power Station, King Billy, Larne, Lærdal Tunnel, Literature, Lou Reed, love, Marine Highway, Norway, Perfect Day, red, romance, sex, short story, Switzerland, The Alps, Top Gear, Waterfoot, white, Whitehead, William III, WPLongform, writing
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Well Raised
Aunt Amelia’s Wheaten Bread I’ll always associate the smell of this freshly-baked wheaten bread with my Aunt Amelia’s house in the countryside near Portadown. She was a dedicated baker, and made bread or scones every day. I have many fond … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Buttermilk, Childhood memories, Countryside, Golden Syrup, humour, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Portadown, Range, Sacred Heart, short story, Tea, Wheaten Bread Recipe, writing
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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.
*** Part 2 will make better sense if you’ve read part 1. You can read it here. *** 31st August, 2013. My Dear Readers, I have gone to the dogs! Yes, it’s true. I have, quite simply, let myself go … Continue reading
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Tagged Aintree, Belfast, Bodhrán, bones, buail an craiceann, burgundy, Celts, Cheltenham, Chilean wine, Cockneys, Cromwell, Donegal, Downpatrick races, Edgar Wankel, flat caps, G&T, Gaelic, gambling, greyhound racing, Guinness, Gullible, humour, Irish Music, Jason O'Rourke, Kinder Surprise, Literature, Mayo, merlot, Munchen, Oktoberfest, short story, Skol, Spoon-players, Sport of KIngs, The Silence of the Lambs, Westport, whiskey, WPLongform, writing
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You are my Sunshine (200-word original version)
It‘s a spring morning, and I’m getting dressed. I always keep the bedroom curtains closed, and today there’s a beam of sunlight coming through the gap. I pull a scarf from the drawer, and dust particles fly up, illuminated in … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, dead children, fear, ghost story, guilt, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, secret police, short story, writing
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You are my Sunshine
It‘s a beautiful spring morning, and I’m in the gloom of the bedroom getting dressed. The rest of the house is flooded with light; the large windows give uninterrupted views of Rugby Road and the Botanic Gardens; fresh budding trees, … Continue reading
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Tagged 1973, Augusto Pinochet, Belfast, Botanic Gardens, Chile, Communists, denouncing neighbours, emigration, ghost story, guilt, infanticide, Jason O'Rourke, limbo, Literature, Military Coup, murder, Ormeau Road, Rugby Road, secret police, short story, Trade Unionists, Witch Hazel, writing
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Vernacularisms 