The first thing I said on approaching Penrhyn Castle was ‘It looks like something from Game of Thrones.’ It hasn’t actually been used in any filming, but walking through it makes you feel a bit like you’re in a movie…. Continue Reading →
The last thing Niamh remembered was drowning, so it came as a surprise when she woke up. At first she thought she was dreaming. The air had that strange grey sense of a dream. Or being underwater. She held up… Continue Reading →
The scratching became a tapping, that soon became a crying, I heard the voice inside me, in my bedroom down below. ‘Mice,’ said my mother, clucking, so my father got to trapping, and I waited for the screaming, in my… Continue Reading →
I walk the line and check the tracks, one shot of light in the breathless deep. The hundreds that were torn still cling as dust to the steel around me. A pinprick lamp forms and condenses, spiking a chill deep… Continue Reading →
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