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Monthly Archives: January 2017
Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 6
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This is a story about a book burning. When I was fifteen or so, the majority of my free time was spent in the pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge of girls. It was hard and…
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Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 6
This is a story about a book burning. When I was fifteen or so, the majority of my free time was spent in the pursuit of knowledge. Knowledge of girls. It was hard and (mostly) thankless work, but it had … Continue reading
Gravity
Cara’s father had had a saying. “Ever since you could walk,” he would tell her, “you wanted to fly.” It was the sort of thing only a doting father would say, and the sort of thing only a doted-upon daughter … Continue reading
The Fort of the Foreigners
The walls were so stout and sturdy, and the ramparts so heavily guarded, that it was said that no sober-minded man would ever attempt to breach the fort’s defences. It was only when an absolute fool wandered in quite by … Continue reading
Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 5
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? In our early teens, my brother and I got into a bit of trouble. It wasn’t anything that unusual for boys our age, and at that time, but we were held up to…
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Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 4
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(Image source; Wikimedia Commons) “The unvarnished story of a brawling genius and his life as a young revolutionary.”—London Times Literary Supplement So read the cover of the book I held in my hands. It was…
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Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 3
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Summer has an odd way of lasting forever and vanishing in an instant. One morning, our grandmother told us that my father would be coming to collect us the following morning. She said this…
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Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 2
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There would be no going up into the attic on the first night in our grandparent’s home. For one, they slept one bedroom down the hall from where we were sleeping, and we were…
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Across the Room and Into the Fire, Pt. 1
Originally posted on Na trioblóidí:
? This is a love story that has no end. ? When I was very young, my family didn’t have much in the way of money. By way of illustration, here is an early…
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