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A View from the Abyss
This morning is different to the others. I awake lying naked on a plain of polished obsidian. It is lit by a dim, pale, light, as if the crescent moon were hidden behind a thin covering of cloud. The plain stretches … Continue reading
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Tagged anxiety, Belfast, demons, depression, exploitation, fantasy, fear, fiction, foraging, homonculus, hope, insecurity, isolation, Loss of confidence, mental health, Obsidian, Optimism, Ormeau Rd, paranoia, petrichor, self worth, self-esteem, short story, succubus, suicide, The Errigle Inn, Vernacularisms, WPLongform, writing
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The Selfish Gene?
“How come some people get away with it?” “Get away with what?” “They don’t suffer from unhappiness. Sure, they get pissed off every now and again when something goes wrong, but it’s temporary, a wee setback that doesn’t have any … Continue reading
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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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