Paper Beings by Siobhan Casey

He sat on the edge of the bed, unmade and quiltless. Knowing his rage would eventually come flying out of him like a skyful of bats, he took the opportunity to try again to make sense of the past forty-eight hours

Writers’ Week Listowel

Great link with competition info and a list of talks, workshops etc for this year’s writers’ week…

http://www.writersweek.ie/

Untitled by David Tierney

The sound of coughs and groans was the signal the demons had been waiting for. Their eerie shrieks struck such a fear in Kevins heart that he had no choice but to leave his precious treasure of white gold behind.