The book was little more than a sheaf of yellowed pages and Mac was waving it so excitedly that Inteachán thought it was bound to crumble at any moment and fall gently to the floor like a desiccated butterfly’s wing. ‘This is the original draft of what later became the 12th Earl of Silverhill’s seminal […]Read More Inteachán – Book Three: Operation Turnback 3: 12 ‘Perambulatem Canalis’
‘Legend has that it that the middle of this island can be reached by anyone plucky enough to descend into the depths of this mountain.’ ‘And what would they find?’ asked Inteachán. ‘Well,’ continued Mac, ‘our interest is not with the middle of this troubled land. ‘ He smiled at Inteachán. ‘But we would be […]Read More Inteachán – Book Three: Operation Turnback 3: 10 ‘Tibradden Lough’
Tibradden forest. Inteachán trod lightly on the midnight soil. Pine. Larch. Spruce. Oak. Beech. Heading upwards as the slope gradually leads. Granite boulders shine like teeth in the grin of the shadows. ‘Sliabh Thigh Bródáin,’ Mac had said the next morning. ‘The mountain of the house of Bródáin.’ ‘Where’s that?’ asked Inteachán. ‘Sliabh Thigh Bródáin […]Read More Inteachán – Book Three: Operation Turnback 3: 9 ‘Sliabh Thigh Bródáin’
It was announced the next morning that Crowley-Baird Inc. had extended a ‘significant’ loan to the government for ‘the administration of logistical support and other measures as necessary and required.’ Later that day the Taoiseach addressed the nation live on television. ‘Extraordinary times,’ he intoned, ‘will always require extraordinary measures not to mention extraordinary generosity.’ […]Read More Inteachán – Book Three: Operation Turnback 3: 8 ‘as necessary and required’
The Eleventh Film VIII Spent. Bereft. Devoid. Shorn. Indigent. With nothing left, the world began to slowly exhaust itself. And that was when the first transmission was received. Two voices. Discordant harmony. Looping continually. Heard all around the globe. It became more apparent with every listen that the world was listening to the sound of […]Read More The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series
The Eleventh Film VII Ministers rushed to anoint these visitors with a sacred hue. Channelling their embrace for global purposes. The world’s biggest stadia were filled with their expectant flock, desperate for an embrocation. The angels moved among like the wary wolves they were. Dismantling. Rupturing. Destroying. It’s too easy to say that this should […]Read More The Eleventh Film – Horror/Science Fiction Flash Fiction Series
Auguste and Louis Lumière organized the first public film screening on December 28th 1895 at the Salon Indien du Grand Café in Paris. Eleven short films were on the bill that night. Only ten films were listed. Workers Leaving the Lumière Factory The Sprinkler Sprinkled The Disembarkment of the Congress of Photographers in Lyon Horse […]Read More The Eleventh Film
‘Those sandals are a scandal, sir’, said Pearly to the busker. ‘And there is no call for a live performance this early in the morning without the proper permits and permissions.’Read More The Fall and Rise of Pearly Stockwell?