Monday December 21st 2020. 3 days before Christmas Eve. The day I left my old life behind.

This morning, I only truly woke up when I was in the shower. The jet of water against my scalp boosted my nerves, electricity shaking off the sleepy humdrum of the morning. I stepped out of the shower to my laundered towel, soft and gentle on my skin, before wrapping myself in my dressing gown. I stood in f...

The rain fell in sheets from the dark grey November sky, casting shadows of mist and reflections of the night in puddles on the footpaths. The orange luminescence of the streetlights poured onto the droplets, creating dancing lights as the rain drops hit the ground. The showers of rain drove into the Georgian windows of the Cigar Parlour, the white noise behind one of the most lucrative meetings h...

“Fearless. Powerful. Dauntless.” With a motto like this, it gave fair warning to any logical person that this evening’s activities wouldn’t be a standard “Welcome to University” night out. No, not for the Dauntless Society. You’ve all heard of them; they’re in every college, some more hidden than others. In Galway, the Dauntless Society are a brand in their own right. They are the original secret ...

“Screw that, man”. He spoke from the kitchen, hands in his corduroy trouser pockets. He was barefoot, after slipping his knock-off sliders against the warm radiator. His plaid shirt hung loose off his shoulders. “Who cares anyways?”, he continued, staring out the window. The floodlights of the soccer pitch below our apartment cut through the winter darkness, and he was often in the habit of vacant...

“The world will burn”, cries the vintage-clad university students from the rain-soaked footpaths of Piccadilly Circus. Environmentalists perch here daily, representatives of the millennial generation of prestigious London universities waving cardboard signs with Sharpie scribbles, squaring up to the suits of the financial district. Amazing how these worldly 20-something year olds have the confiden...