There are Mermaids in The Shannon River
My family is from the Leitrim village in Ireland. It's a small community, but a busy one. I don't go back home much. I know if I did, my mum and sisters
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On the Roof
The sky is dark with few stars piercing through the twilight. The harvest moon hangs low and bright, signaling the approach of fall. I can feel the season
Read more: On the RoofHome Invasion
I walk in through the front door, set my keys in the bowl conveniently located on a table next to the door, and shut it behind me. Then I turn the deadbolt
Read more: Home InvasionHappy Endings
Do you believe in happy endings? Veronica asked, leaning back in her chair. She swirled the wine in her glass around, breathing in the earthy and citrusy
Read more: Happy EndingsWe Should Be Bears: A Completely Serious Case for Human Hibernation
It's January again, arguably the worst month of the year. I shouldn't have been surprised when snow started showing up in the weather forecast, but I had
Read more: We Should Be Bears: A Completely Serious Case for Human HibernationMissing Iris: Part Two
It was hard to stand up on my injured leg, but I somehow managed to get up and brush the dust off myself. I was still a little disoriented having fallen
Read more: Missing Iris: Part TwoThat Night: Not Like Any Other
That Night is a coming of age story released in 1992. The story follows a young girl who has an infatuation with her teenage neighbor, Sheryl O'Connor.
Read more: That Night: Not Like Any OtherThanksgiving with The Thomas Family
Audrey sat uncomfortably in the passenger seat of the car. Her husband, Beck, short for Beckett, was driving. His eyes were focused on the highway in front
Read more: Thanksgiving with The Thomas FamilyAngry Teeth
I had my wisdom teeth removed a week ago and the only kind of writing I can seem to accomplish is angry writing. There is some science behind anger being
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After the sun sets on The fifth and final day of The twelve seasons of unhappiness I will unfold the letter From the boy in Amsterdam.
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It was a hot day in August the day Iris went missing. I was thirteen, so was Iris. She was my best friend. We had spent that whole summer together, chasi
Read more: Missing Iris (Pt. 1)Nice Guys Finish Last
Caleb slumped down in his chair and let the pencil in his hand fall to the desk. He rubbed his eyes with the palms of both his hands and sighed deeply.
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