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Tag Archives: Belfast
Postcards from the Edge, Part 3
Part 1 is here, Part 2 is here.
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Tagged 2002 Soccer World Cup, Belfast, Cameroon, confusion, Germany, Gibraltar, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberly Inn, Kimberly Street, Literature, loyalism, Ormeau Road, racism, Sectarianism, short story, Spain Isreal, Union Flag, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Oh, Oberon,’ by Fiona Larkin.
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Tagged Belfast, East Belfast, fairies, Fiona Larkin, Ireland, Literature, Oberon Street, Photography, piseog, Shakespeare, short story, Titania, writing
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House Party
The house next door has been empty for around a month now. The Housing Executive haven’t got round to installing those brown perforated metal shutters over the doors and windows yet, and the place is being used as a party … Continue reading
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Tagged alcoholic, Belfast, blood, cats, drugs, Housing Executive, Jackie Chan, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, Ormeau Bridge, Ormeau Road, party house, Rutland St, sash windows, short story, skinhead, USPCA, violence, writing
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The Breakup
Shelved, the teapot slowly gathers dust.
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Tagged Belfast, break up, isolation, Ormeau Road, Six-word story, teapot
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Guest Post: ‘The Square’ by Mike McGuire
You turned the corner into Donegall Square – trust the conqueror to add the redundant letter at the end of a place-name; yet another separatist sore thumb dismissive of the border county that birthed the O’Donnell line of High Kings … Continue reading
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Tagged Beirut, Belfast, City Hall, donegall square, Europa Hotel, IRA, Literature, Paras, short story, UVF, writing
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Postcards from the Edge 2.
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Tagged 2002 World Cup, Belfast, Flags, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Kimberley Inn, Kimberley Street, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, Ormeau Road, Sectarianism, short story, Soccer, writing
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Guest Post: ‘The Essay,’ by Neil Shawcross.
One Friday afternoon a primary school teacher friend of mine gave her P7 class a week-end homework project. She asked the children to write a short story describing someone they knew. Monday came and amongst the essays was this little … Continue reading
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Tagged artist, Belfast, Ever-Ready batteries, humour, Literature, Neil Shawcross, short story, writing
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Guest Post: ‘The Saw,’ by Brian McClelland
On the pavement opposite the Water Office steps sat a man of indeterminate age and nationality. He rested on a piece of old cardboard, legs folded, body slightly bent forward. Grasped in his left hand was one end of a … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, Brian McClelland, busking, Literature, Music, Saw, short story, Water Office, writing
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Vernacularisms 