Writing and Me – Derek Flynn
As a writer, I’m used to being asked the question: where do you get your
Your Stories
Stories submitted by readers to the Mining Memories and Writing & Me sections of the site.
Kidnapped – Valerie Healy
Coming from a family of practical jokers, you can imagine that I took this latest
When You Leave me at Baltyboys
Many often wonder where I got the ability to irritate, annoy, bore and occasionally amuse. Well
Help a Lost Typewriter
Lost Typewriter started out like the best of ideas, as a conversation over a cup
French Lunch – Jane Shorthall
‘Come with me’ Sandrine said. ‘Jean Marc is doing his special Soupe de Fève for lunch.
A Pilot’s Tale – Mike Mahon
One of the most interesting and amusing periods of my life was the years I
Vienna – Rosemary MacCarthy-Morrogh
The war is over. The human cataclysm that drove so much of the world over
Sister Mary’s Fountain – Tom Molanphy
I like nuns. All the nuns I remember from Holy Trinity Catholic school in Dallas,
My Curtains – Barbara Scully
I still shop in the very same Dunnes Stores that I used to visit weekly
The Witch Doctor – Kirk Houghton
It was Euripides and his family that came that morning to take me to school.
Going Radio GaGa with Queen – Brenda Drumm
Sunday 5 July 1986 was the day. Slane Castle was the place. Queen in concert
Into the Arms of Listowel – Lorraine Griffin
It sounds very gauche to say that this was my first solo holiday, especially in
April Fools – Carolann Copland
I’m standing at the side of a mountain road. I’m soaked through to my lacy
How I Met Your Father, The Airplane Story – Sheena Lambert
JFK, New York, 1994 Being the last to board an already fully-seated airplane is not
Belfast Girls – Gerry McCullough
People often ask me why I first began to write. It’s a hard question. I’ve
Any Dream Will Do – Maria Duffy
I am beyond excited!· If you follow me on twitter (@mduffywriter), you’ll know that I’ve
The Blessington Fair – Mattie Lennon
On Monday, January 10th, 1949, I attained the age of three. I don’t remember it,
My Mother Wears a Car on the Third Finger of her Left Hand – Jane Travers
My mother wears a car on the third finger of her left hand. At least,
This Uneventful Life: Joe Massingham
It was the middle of July in Canberra and the day, as only Canberra winter
Redferne – Maurice Connolly
When I was twenty seven years old I wrote a play titled “Ebbtide.” It was
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