The Cardboard Box by Phil Carrick
In 1957, I was two years old and had three older brothers and my first
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In 1957, I was two years old and had three older brothers and my first
Some years ago, in my real world, I found myself on the set of a
A few dollops of mayonnaise on chips last Sunday evening turned my stomach that night
Back in 2007, I was supposed to be writing ads for an ad agency. Instead,
We are two years old, me, and the little girl who drowned in the canal.
I always enjoy my morning cuppa in Bar Trapaia with the paper and a chat
Well, it seems quite apt for me to be writing this piece right now. I
2020 may have been a nightmarish, abysmal year for everyone but journalism wise, it’s a
I have always been creative. I like to paint, to draw and to make things.
The Wednesday before last I was on the train heading home after work. We were
I knew before I was ten years old that I would be a writer. I
A few weeks back I was in Urbil Shopping Centre in Lasarte, a small town
I have a fierce restlessness inside, which makes me a haphazard reader (my attention tends
Like the light from a star, the right story can take time to get to
I was asked by Writing.ie to chart my path to publication and funnily enough some
I always considered myself a voyeur of words, not a writer, joining them to make
I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the creative, challenging and satisfying process of writing my debut book –
I’ve been making up stories ever since I was a child. It all started with
When asked what prompts me to write psychological thriller the answer always remains the same.
The Stones Corner Tetralogy, Turmoil, Darkness (Light and Hope) I remember well my first article for
