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Got ya! said Mark, looking up at me from the monitor with a satisfied smile, see there: fit as a fiddle, this one. Nice-looking, too. He rewound and then played back the CCTV footage of the shopping centre car park … Continue reading
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Tagged Belfast, CCTV, disabled parking, fake tears, hippy, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, performance, running mascara, short story, sport, stoner, Supermarket, sympathy, trickery, Wheel Clamp, WPLongform, writing
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Guest Post: ‘Cavehill and Christmas’ by Maria McManus
I’ve started this post umpteen times and aborted it. I run out of steam. I get distracted. There is something to be done or someone that needs my attention, I was ill a few days and then at other times, … Continue reading
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Tagged absence, Belfast, Cavehill, Christmas, dawn, death, Haass, Ligoneil, Literature, loss, Maria McManus, Orange Band, politicians, Winter Solstice, writing
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Xmas Special
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Tagged Agincourt Avenue, anti-depressants, anti-inflammatories, Asia Supermarket, Bank charges, Belfast, confusion, depression, fluoxetine, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, Lower Ormeau Road, McDonald's, Ormeau Road, Sainsbury's, Service with a Frown, short story, Single parent, The Cat's Whiskas, writing
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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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Vernacularisms 