The Merrow: An Irish Fable_Letter to Dust_Messages in an Old Manor House_THE GIFT IS INSIDE THE PACK
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The Merrow: An Irish Fable
Liam looked out over the calm sea and prepared his nets for the day ahead; the skies looked promising except for some gray, low hanging clouds far out to sea. “Aye, let this be a good day,” he muttered, “My press is as empty as a scoundrel’s heart.” “Mother,” he looked skyward “could ye see fit to bring me a wee bit of good luck today?” He often spoke thus to his beloved mother who had sung to him as a boy and told wonderful stories of Irish folklore. He was particularly fond of those tales which spoke of the merrow and morgens, enchanted mermaids and sea sprites, who occasionally encountere...
Letter to Dust
CW: Domestic abuse ***LETTER TO DUST If you are reading this letter, I want you to know that twenty-four hours from now I would cease to exist in this world and my soul will get the peace it's been craving for. I do not need your sympathy or tears ,neither do I want you to visit my gravesite. I want you to shed no tears because I do not deserve any drop of it. For twenty-five years I have carried hurt, bitterness, shame, hate, anger and everwww.onedoor.ccy negative emotions you could think of. I vowed never to carry these emotions to my grave, so when you read this letter, just know I have found peace and e...
Messages in an Old Manor House
I am the founder and leader of a group of writers. There is a steady membership of 10 of us. Every other Monday we have a meeting in which people read and hand out copies of short stories they have written since the previous meeting. One of the pleasures of being part of this writers group is the different approaches and styles that each of us takes: the beginning of one romance after another, supernatural stories with plenty of portals and contacts with the dead, comedic tales, semi-autobiographical/heroic, and the continuing adventures of someone growing up in a military town.Every once in ...
THE GIFT IS INSIDE THE PACKAGE
THE GIFT IS INSIDE THE PACKAGE It was December 30th, a Friday. The next day would be the last day of the year. And it would also have been his birthday. Alex was born on December 31th , fifty years earlier. He would have celebrated his 50th birthday during the New year’s Eve dinner, in the company of his friends, his sons and his daughter, and his two ex wives too. He ( Alex) would never had expected that visit. Greta had been one of the many women with whom he had had a brief affair , as a young man. He hadn’t seen her for about thirty years, for as many years ,he had not known anything ab...