Irish Scribe

Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.

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Irish Scribe

Aspiring author who needs to write more and think less.

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Holiday Box

Irish Scribe

1 min read

They only bring me out when it is cold.

I've been in the dark for months. It is a captivity surrounded by wires, plastic, and glass so shiny that it can cut you with its gleam.

You can tell when it is warm outside—the voices, the laughing. It's stuffy here in the dark. The air and dust are so thick that I feel like I will choke. But then there comes a time when the noise of rain is above, and I...

Horror

Fantasy

Collision

Irish Scribe

2 min read

His phone rang. A glance brought a groan.

"Yes, sir?" He smiled with his voice while his brow furrowed. "Where?" he asked. "I'll be right there."

His employer was sitting on the curb, his head in his hands. The remains of a white BMW convertible sat slumped in the street. The car was bleeding fluids out into the street. The deflated airbag lay limply in the driver’s lap as the woman reclined bac...

Fantasy

Humour

Beloved

Irish Scribe

2 min read

She watched him sleep, as she often did.

He never knew she was there, and she could never let that happen. It was against everything that she stood for, everything that she lived for. But there was something about him that was different from all the others. And so she watched him, sleeping, as the hours passed and the darkened skies journeyed toward dawn.

She had been an Architect for as long as...

Fantasy

Horror

Moving Day

Irish Scribe

1 min read

In the end, they were throwing everything in the back of the truck as fast as they could. They launched dishes in boxes. Crash. They threw boxes of books. Thump. There went bags of clothes. Oomph. There was no pattern to it. No sense of order. It was moving by chaos.

And still, the apartment was too full. They were running out of time to be out, and still, it seemed like all the stuff, their stu...

YA fiction

Humour

Stuck In The Park

Irish Scribe

1 min read

Dick and Jane both stopped.

There was no way to leave the park.

Spot barked. The trail ended. They had come into the park, taking Spot for a much-needed walk. The sun had been shining. The sky was blue. Spot had greatly enjoyed playing with his ball. Both Dick and Jane had greatly enjoyed throwing it to the dog. He had brought it back every single time.

But now, all three of them stood at the e...

Horror

Adventure

Pinch a Little

Irish Scribe

2 min read

"This might pinch a little," she said.

He wasn't sure how he had agreed to all this. He had been talked into it a little too quickly. Was he trying to impress her? Was he trying to get her attention?

"That was a needle. I think you meant a prick or stick, Dr. Corlinn," he said.

She stopped and looked at him. She was breathtaking, but now she appeared very annoyed with him, and this was not the ...

Humour

Romance

Odd Chances

Irish Scribe

2 min read

For most of his life, The Pirate engaged in risky behavior. All bets were off when you raced up behind a moving vessel, some with anti-piracy protection like nets, water cannons, or even armed guards. A slip or a fall could lead to instant death. A wrong choice could lead to being hung up and maimed and instant death. The work of an assault rifle aimed at you could lead to bullets and instant deat...

YA fiction

Adventure

Amelia Goes Down

Irish Scribe

2 min read

Guy bustled into the kitchen and abruptly stopped, the swinging door smacking him in the back. The pile of plates clattered as he did everything to keep from spilling them from his hands. Angel was kneeling on the floor and startled as he entered. Amelia’s body sprawled out awkwardly, her face showing a wide-eyed grimace.

“Guy, this is not what you think.”

“You keep saying that. What happened? ...

Humour

Fantasy

Spanned Lives

Irish Scribe

1 min read

She came from the wrong side of the Spanner. So he was immediately curious about her. She had a different look about herself. Edgy. Colorful. Fun. Somehow, she was gorgeous, too. Long limbs. And oversized head. Hair sprouting from both sides of her face. It was a package so ungainly that it worked to pull him in and give him something to fantasize about and imagine doing things with.

Of course, s...

Science fiction

Romance

So Remote

Irish Scribe

1 min read

This device in my hand changes worlds. I simply point and wish it so, and it does the magical. It is a time portal. It can take me into the past and also into the future.

I marvel at its capabilities. Indeed, sometimes I wonder if it is too complex for its own good. It has far more features than I would ever use. Most of the time, I keep to a smaller subset of its functions. I change my environm...

Humour