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A New Direction, Part 6.
Previous parts are here. If you haven’t been following the story, this episode won’t make any sense. Could be fun anyway though. *** “Is it just yourself for breakfast then?” The landlady looked Davy up and down with cool disapproval, eyebrows raised. … Continue reading
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Tagged Antrim, Ballintoy, Belfast, California, Carrick-a-Rede, Cushendall, Donegal, Gaoth Dobhair, Giant's Causeway, Gweedore, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Larry Bane Quarry, Rathlin Island, Rope Bridge, Satnav, short story, UTV, Vernacularisms, Whitepark Bay, writing
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A New Direction, Part 5.
If you want to read the story from the beginning, or catch up on parts you’ve missed, it’s all here. *** Davy was struggling to keep his disappointment from spoiling the afternoon. Should have known better he told himself, always … Continue reading
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Tagged boke, Cushendall, fish and chips, Glens of Antrim, GPS, Grimsby, GWR, Jason O'Rourke, Killybegs, Literature, love, masturbation, phone sex, pint, romance, Satellite, Satnav, short story, Siege of Ennis, steak, Waves of Tory, whiskey, WPLongform, 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 2.
I recommend that you read Part 1 first, if you haven’t already. It’s here. ~~~ The next morning Davy woke up early. This wasn’t unusual; in fact it had been happening more often over the past few months. He put … Continue reading
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A New Direction, Part 1
Davy Smyth’s life-changing event occurred at 3.27 p.m. on April 6th, 2012. He was late for his appointment, tired and irritable. He’d been on the road for nearly an hour already, and the journey should have only taken forty minutes. … Continue reading
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