Craig Regan

Location: Navan, County Meath, Ireland

Bio

I have been working as a Primary School teacher for the past 14 years. Recently, I have started to dabble in creative writing and have a strong urge to push forward with it. My passion is focused on children’s fiction, but I am open to other areas as well. I enjoy reading from a mixture of genres, particularly crime, fantasy and general fiction. I also dip in and out of various children’s fiction too.

Writing sample

There’s a Wolf in that Field!

When I was six years old, I lived in a neighbourhood on the edge of a small town in Ireland. It was located next to a large field that ran along a river. The river was shallow and slow moving, which allowed the boys and girls from the area to play in it when the weather was good. We loved playing in that river whenever we were given the chance. However, we never went into the field. EVER.

The field was huge. If you stood at one end, you wouldn’t be able to see the other side. This was mainly due to a large hill located in the centre of it. It wasn’t a very tall hill, but it was high enough to hide what was beyond it. The only thing you could make out beyond the rise were a few stone walls, way off in the distance. These walls were the remains of an old monastery that was still standing after all these years.

There wasn’t much that people could say about the monastery. Our parents would mutter about a particular group of friars who ran the place at one time, but you’d be sure they were just making up an answer to keep us amused. It didn’t seem like anyone had ever really explored the site, especially not the children of our town. Not because the field was owned by an angry farmer who might chase you off his property. It wasn’t because our parents told us not to go wandering off that far. It was because everyone in our town claimed that the field was the hunting ground of a very dangerous and terrifying wolf.

Now, no one had ever properly seen the wolf. There were rumours, but the rumours were enough to keep us from venturing in. Some say a boy went across the field one day with his dog. The boy came back. The dog didn’t. According to the young lad, his pup went running off into the ditch at one end of the field and came across a fearsome creature. The dog chased after it and was never seen again. Others say they went on a dare with some of their friends. When they approached the ruined monastery, they swore they saw a dark and hairy beast prowling between the windows. They didn’t hang around to find out what it was.

Now, you can imagine how I felt as a six year old hearing about these stories from my older brother and sister, as well as the kids in my neighbourhood. I was terrified. I had nightmares about it. There were many times when I would wake up in a cold sweat in the dead of night thinking that a wolf had left its field and ventured into my back garden, looking for a victim. I wouldn’t sleep again for another day or two after that.

But at the end of it all, they were just rumours, weren’t they? No one could prove for certain if there actually was a wolf living in that field. Could it just be a story that someone made up to scare the rest of us? Was it just a dog that was mistaken for a wolf? Well, during the summer holidays shortly after my sixth birthday, I finally found out if those rumours were true.

(c) Craig Regan

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