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Tag Archives: WPLongform
The Appointment
Who the fuck is Jerome? No idea. No matter how deep I scrabble around in the usually-fertile soil of my memory, there is nothing there. I don’t recall meeting anyone called Jerome. Ever. But there it is: a reminder on … Continue reading
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Tagged appointment, Autocorrect, Belfast, Bellini, faith, frape, Jason O'Rourke, Jerome, King's Head, Library, Literature, phone, Queen's University, relationships, Saint, short story, students, Vernacularisms, WPLongform, writing
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No Laughing Matter
Nobody knew where it came from, or how it spread so far, so quickly. It appeared on three continents in the course of one day; a mark on the calendar that became portentously known as Day 1. It was soon … Continue reading
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Tagged Azerbaijan, Belfast, Benny Hill, border, Cobh, Cork, Ebola, epidemic, faith, Father Ted, Fawlty Towers, First Minister, Frank Carson, Hugh Grant, humour, Hyena, Ireland, Jason O'Rourke, Jim Davidson, Kitchener, LAD, laughter, Literature, Long Kesh, loyalists, Malone Road, measles, Mexico City, Mrs Brown's Boys, New York Times, Only Fools and Horses, Outbreak, pandemic, Pink Panther, politics, Porridge, Rathlin Island, Red Dwarf, republicans, Shoot-to-kill, short story, Steve Martin, Stormont, Sydney, UTV, Vernacularisms, violence, Virus, WPLongform, writing
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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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Chadwick at Large, Part 4.
This will make more sense if you have read, at least, part 1. It is here. *** I have had a bad experience, my dear readers. Yes, a German spa holiday in Bad Saarow! I’m sure you will understand immediately … Continue reading
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Tagged Bad Saarow, Belfast, boating, Boney M, Bratwurst, burgundy, Chadwick, Cork, Foie Gras, Germany, Golf, Holiday, humour, Ireland, Irish Songs, Lake Scharmützel, Liebfraumilch, Lili Marlene, Massage, Mud Bath, Napoleon Bonaparte, Resort, singers, South Belfast Herald & Post, Spa, Swimming, Thermal Springs, Tournedos Rossini, traditional music, WPLongform
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Done
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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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 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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Vernacularisms 