Dublin Dispatches The Dublin Dispatches – Day Four

The Dublin Dispatches – Day Four

Day four was Wednesday, and it became apparent I was running out of activities to do. Dublin is a compact city, and everything is within 10 minutes walking distance of everything else. Before I came away to Dublin, I decided I’d purchase a book from everywhere I travel in the future, and with Dublin being …

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Dublin Dispatches The Dublin Dispatches – Day Three

The Dublin Dispatches – Day Three

Day three was writer’s day, and I set off up O’Connell street to the Dublin Writers Museum. I passed the GPO Building, the centre of the Irish rebellion known as the Easter Rising, where there was a foolhardy attempt to oust the British. It failed, but the building survived in all its magnificence. The GPO is …

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Dublin Dispatches The Dublin Dispatches – Day Two

The Dublin Dispatches – Day Two

The first thing you learn when hostelling is that the room will empty before you’ve even woken up. I mentioned there were four guys on the lower bunks when I went to bed on Sunday night. When I woke up on Monday, there was just me and another. The second lesson I learned that day …

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Anxiety The Dublin Dispatches – Day One

The Dublin Dispatches – Day One

When I wrote this first dispatch, I sat in Hard Rock Café in Dublin, waiting for my chicken and mojito. It was delicious, although the Mojito could have been stronger. It was six hours after I stepped out of my front door to begin my Dublin holiday. The trip to Manchester Airport was uneventful. My …

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The Journal Why Am I Rewriting My Novella?

Why Am I Rewriting My Novella?

I have wanted to be a writer from a young age. The irony is that at the age of eight, I could barely read or write effectively. I had no interest in either. I would rather use my imagination to battle enemies at the gate, shoot spies trying to end the world or build cities …

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The Journal The Journal – Chapter 22: What I Should Have Said

The Journal – Chapter 22: What I Should Have Said

It’s strange to be sat here, watching him breathe. I’ve been here every day for the last three weeks since they brought him in. The bruises have faded now. But the damage is still there. He’s lain there asleep for three weeks. They don’t know if he’ll wake up ever. Everyone’s been to visit him. …

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The Journal The Journal – Chapter 21: Gone

The Journal – Chapter 21: Gone

James lay on Xander’s bed; finishing off a short story he’d written in his journal. The story was about an eighteen-year-old lad getting his first car, a dark blue Ford Fiesta and racing around to see his mates and his girlfriend for the day and taking them on a road trip around Lancashire. But just …

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The Journal The Journal – Chapter 20: What Comes Next

The Journal – Chapter 20: What Comes Next

My parents were fine with it. I say fine, they may not completely understand it, but they accept me for who I am. Dad once said he didn’t accept gays going to church because it went against the Church’s teachings. He seems to have no issue with it now. I guess that’s a positive change. …

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The Journal The Journal – Chapter 19: Breaking Breakfast

The Journal – Chapter 19: Breaking Breakfast

James woke up and his heart was already pounding nervously in his chest. Fuck. He rolled out of his bed at home and went for a shower. It was a Saturday and he texted Nathan, preparing for a quick getaway. He showered and dressed. He slowly walked down the stairs and into the kitchen where …

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