Tag Archives | Irish author
The Unfortunate Fursey
Fursey is a lay brother in Clonmacnoise. The only monastery in Ireland to be unafflicted by demons and other such […]
Posted on 2 June 2014 | By Fence | Leave a response
The Ransom of Dond
Illustrated by Pam Smy Darra lives on the island of Inniscaul is a small island off the coast of Eriu, […]
Posted on 10 February 2014 | By Fence | Leave a response
Downturn Abbey
Ross O’Carroll-Kelly started life in The Sunday Times and currently stars in The Irish Times, he is a fictional wealthy […]
Posted on 23 January 2014 | By Fence
Monzo’s Diary
Monzo is a small dog, he usually recognises people by their footwear. He starts out life with “the cruel man” […]
Posted on 15 January 2014 | By Fence | 2 responses
The treachery of beautiful things
Seven years ago Jenny and her brother were walking home one evening when the trees moved, and took her brother. […]
Posted on 11 January 2014 | By Fence
This side of brightness
In the early 1900s New York’s subway was in the process of being excavated. Working as sandhog was decent enough […]
Posted on 25 July 2013 | By Fence
A week in winter
Chicky left her home on the west coast of Ireland and headed off to America after a whirl-wind romance. Full […]
Posted on 21 April 2013 | By Fence | 4 responses
Dracula
I read this for the Coursera online course, I’ll post the short essay I wrote for the course in a […]
Posted on 12 August 2012 | By Fence
Gabriel’s gate
With the demise of the Celtic Tiger and the onset of the “economic doom and gloom” so popular in the […]
Posted on 5 January 2012 | By Fence | 3 responses
The Islandman
Translated from the Irish (An tOileánach) by Robin Flower Tomás Ó Criomhthain, or, if you’d prefer an anglicised version, Thomas […]
Posted on 1 December 2011 | By Fence
The pink cage
Astrid is a bitch. She doesn’t see herself that way, but as I started this novel I really didn’t like […]
Posted on 9 September 2011 | By Fence | 12 responses
Blood
The unnamed central character of this short story finds himself suddenly craving blood. He can’t understand it, he is a normal person, a normal man, why on earth is this happening to him. He tries to rationalise it, maybe he has an iron deficiency? Or maybe it is a totally misdirected sex-drive? And yet, he continues to find himself being drawn towards blood. Bloody raw steaks, the next-door neighbour’s chickens…
