INT. PUB – DAY Davey sits at the bar, a whiskey in hand that is almost empty. He swirls it round while staring into the glass, eyes...

An essay on Romantic poet's relationship with nature.

Question: Does fantasy fiction and/or superhero comics support or challenge the social status quo?

A Foreward to the creative pieces listed. A small glimpse into my process and why I wrote the pieces listed.

“Do you think she’d have minded?” Jack said, gesturing towards the open grave and glancing at James. “Who? Mum? That aul hag would’ve...

Blackglen Forest held its sway over the residents of Glencullen. Its overbearing pines cast a colossal shadow over the cowering Hamlet....

An Garda Síochána have had their hands full over the years with residents suffering the most unfortunate luck. Last Oíche Shamhna was...

The shimmering silver sword was driven deep into the beast’s chest. He howled with pain as tissue and bone were slit and separated....

Barman Dooley flicked peanuts into his gaping mouth. Crunch. He was a burly bloke, stacked like an ox with a shark’s smile. Crunch. “Why...

What really gets me is the Garda thinking they’re all that. They waltz into the pub and drag me out onto the side of the road? And for...

They who let the sweet hellish nectar flow down their throats, Who stand by and watch as they collapse and fold, Bellowing out little...