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Chadwick at Large, Part 2.
*** Part 2 will make better sense if you’ve read part 1. You can read it here. *** 31st August, 2013. My Dear Readers, I have gone to the dogs! Yes, it’s true. I have, quite simply, let myself go … Continue reading
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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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Chadwick at Large.
26th July, 2013 My Dear Readers, I have come across an unusual discovery, which I would like to share with you. As you know from reading my column, I am a familiar figure at Belfast’s auction houses, and (although I … 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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Tagged Ballycastle, Ballymena, Belfast, Boreen, Chicken with Black Bean Sauce, Contour lines, Cromac Street, Donegal, Easter, Egg Noodles, Errigle, Fiddle music, First World War, Gaoth Dobhair, Gasworks, Go Ahead, GPS, humour, Insurance, Jason O'Rourke, Literature, love, Madonna, Market, Ormeau Road, Radio 4, Rainbow, Rock Music, romance, Satnav, Shiraz, short story, Tank Warfare, Turf, U-Turn, Whitesnake, WPLongform, writing
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Blue Valentines, Part II.
Looking back, just over a year later, I can still remember it with amazing clarity. It is cold today – as it was on that day, a week after Valentine’s. I am cosy beside a glowing coal fire as I … Continue reading
The Thing that went Bump in the Night
I was asleep in my bedroom under the eaves of the student house in Rugby Road when it happened. My little bed was lifted clean off the floor, the jolt of its return awakening me. My first thoughts were that … Continue reading
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