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By Donald Slitz
â€œSeriously, youâ€™re nasty! How the hell do you cook and sweat everywhere. If you drip in that pie Iâ€™ll throw up. Stop sweating!â€ O the joy. As I look to my left, my darling wife is there, staring at me in disgust.
Short Story | Updated Jul 13, 2012 | Reads: 16 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
By Amber Sparks
just a poem of lost love though not mine lol i wrote this back in 2004
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
By Amber Sparks
a poem about the search for love
Poetry | Updated Jun 22, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1
Aislinn lives in a world were the innocent are killed for being accused of practicing witch craft. Her life is now at stake for she is a third generation of witches....But will she survive?
By D E Mundy
A story of the tragedy at Doolough, Ireland, in 1849.
Essay | Updated Jun 8, 2012 | Reads: 101 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 1
A poem about the Bean Sidhe (banshee).
Ok, so this is my first Fantasy.. I did not plan this, there is no outline anything. I just came up with it on the spot. As I am going to do for this entire story. J So in this story there is another language, the language is Irish. I will be posting translations in the story either on the...
A poem created for Irish Wolf Hounds 'Shadows in Shadows' competition. Inspired by this line from the ninth chapter of the novel 'All I can hear are the screams of my parents,
my screams'. It's a pretty sombre poem but I feel it raises some interesting issues.
My entry for Irish wolf Hounds Shadows for Shadows Comp. Please not the sentence I picked is in bold!
By Declan J Connaughton
A son remembers his late Father's recollections of the 1916 Rising in Dublin
By Kyle Gunnings
Hi, this is my first brave attempt at somewhat published writing. Enjoy!
PS: Sorry if it looks strange. It posted in an interesting manner...
By Rebel Rose
today was saint patrick's day and here in oklahoma it was hot. so i thought and began to type. oh...and im irish...so yehh...
Poetry | Updated Mar 17, 2012 | Reads: 6 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
This is a poem about things that Irish people say or do that nobody else would understand.
Poetry | Updated Feb 15, 2012 | Reads: 2 | Comments: 0 | Likes: 0
The story of the infamous death potato. Originated from a very odd conversation
Short Story | Updated Jan 24, 2012 | Reads: 7 | Comments: 2 | Likes: 3
HUNGER STRRIKES IRELAND
Poetry | Updated Jan 18, 2012 | Reads: 1 | Comments: 1 | Likes: 1