Dailies 4 & 5

So consequences - My hit, Joey, the ghost, whatever you or I would like to call him, to be specific the giant elephant in the room, that’s always there and I literally mean always. The first I knew anything about him was exactly one week after I had finished my...

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Dailies 3

But before I go any further let me begin at the beginning, my family had a secret. One so hidden that neither my siblings nor I knew it existed until the day it caught up with us with a bang. Our mother, our sweet wouldn't harm a butterfly mother, was actually...

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Dailies 2

It’s not like he actually lost me, not since the day I killed him. Well, I nearly killed him. Do we really have to do this each time? Sighing, all I can do is look at his sad face and feel guilty for shouting at him. ‘Look I’m sorry, but I don't like waiting outside,...

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Dailies 1

‘Let me introduce myself’. Well, that's how it went, he walked up to me, smiling, tipping his head slightly to the left side, with a cheeky lopsided grin looking like Joey from Dawson’s Creek, but the boy version.   But this is really all irrelevant; I’m...

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Murphy

Raging, absolutely raging, did you see your man, the state of him, who the feck does he thing he is, sitting outside the shop. Feckin’ raging, had to get really angry to get him to move, call security like. I’m telling ya, I’m raging. Ya, it’s pure shite what you have...

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John and James, Short but not Sweet

John and James like to sit on a rock facing out to sea. It is early morning, post breakfast, blue skies, blue water with one single grey as grey cloud sitting right in the middle of everything blue. John is sixty-five and missing a leg. James is sixty-five and has...

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Conversation with a Storm Fairy

Standing along the promenade in Tramore, waves beating against the shore line, the only obvious contrast in the mid-tones of grey being the foaming white waves irregular in size and shape lashing against the concrete walls and hissing spray at the buildings near the...

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The Roses

The tiny bricked in garden, dominated by a single thorny overgrown rose bush, grey brick walls, no door and only one small wooden sash window she looks through to see her precious roses. The estate agent opened the door which stuck half way and had to be pushed with a...

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The Mother

The old house echoed with the sound of her familiar footsteps, the day she died. Standing next to her deathbed, six sons, graduating down in height from their father stood stoically at the foot of the bed. Candles flickering in all corners of...

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C’est la Vie

The baby cried. A bustle of colour that signified the extended family watched on with pride. The rite of exorcism had been performed and the baby, splashed with water had entered a life with Jesus. The party began. A darkened figure moved...

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I am a cat

I am a cat! The cat screamed, George thought.  But you are one, he replied.  The cat screamed again.  How can I explain it to you? A cat is a cat.  The cat screams louder.  Will you ever stop this nonsense?   George screams.  Stupid man why are...

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Only the wind chime sounded

Where the tips of the dying trees meet the clear blue sky, life stops and breath begins. Crumbling with root rot from the mechanical drones sent in to manufacture new, moderated, considered death, the trees are toppled one by one. Soon. A block grey...

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Fairies at Twilight

I wandered sleepily at twilight, traversing this world and the other, neither awake nor asleep, feeling everything and absolutely nothing. My time to leave had arrived.

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The summer the clowns died

The summer the clowns died it rained. It’s raining here too! It never stops raining, the crashing of water disturbs me, stops me from sleeping. Why do you have to be so happy? I’m not. I like the rain it keeps me cool. But why cycle? Because...

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Looking back

I was young, un-afraid and open-minded once, but that was a very long time ago. A time when I un-wittingly had a voice in a world of unspoken ideas, incarcerated for speaking out, I became fearful, stripped of my hope. The girl standing next to me received...

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Dark movement

Dark movement Misty Galway, a performance. Shot of Super 8 Film Text: Dark movement in a deep shadowy silence. Hushed expectations circle the conspiracy. A single on looker partakes in the inner circle, Un-noticed. A shrill piercing scream descends in...

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Bunnies

Behold the little bunnies, discarded. Memories unwanted. There was a time, you were loved.

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Bird on the line

Miss Pink flexed her bird catching talons, just like in a technicolour cartoon, but, with way more malice. Come to think of it, maybe not. I sat watching tv, an adult, horrified, at a toy story toon, decapitating a helpless plastic penguin....

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Alice is lost

A lonely lost bird sings on the washing line, sings so loudly, but there is no one to hear its song. She, Alice, sat for a day and a half waiting, but no one came. The sweet sadness of the lost bird’s song, permeated through the soil, the small root bound...

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Fish & Pie

Being a symbol comes at a mighty cost. Day after day, I hang here, swinging in the gentle breeze, sweating in the scorching sun, with brief moments of relief during the thunderous rain. I didn't start out like this, I was happy, had a purpose, I could have...

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Embroidered in love

Embroidered in Love Embroidered in Love is part of a series of short films entitled "Straight Up".Love and loss explored through embroidery.An experimental short poetry short shot on Super 8 Film. Woman - Hoda SaoudWriter/Director - Tina O'RourkeEditor/Camera/Producer...

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The Good Life

"MASSIVE SAVINGS ON AISLE FIVE", the friendly voice announced over the supermarket PA system. Mary and Jim Junior, already at their favourite aisle, couldn't to be bothered listening to the announcement. Boxes and boxes of Want filled every shelf to capacity. "Why...

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Cat Face

The Beginning I am a contradiction; after all I am human, well mostly, apart from the cat bit. And by cat bit I actually mean bit, small portion, the bit that has the nose, whiskers, eyes and mouth. So it’s the face bit. Sometimes the mouth gets me, it is...

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Just a window

Just a window, facing out onto a weather worn street, pigeons perched precariously, looking in, waiting for the elderly lady, the barest of shadows moving, the window opens. One by one the pigeons hop onto the misshaped aged window frame, as...

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Homeward Bound – A Journey

Come on Belle, come on… Belle’s big floppy ears pricked up, she leaned her stubby freckled nose sidewards into the wind. Belle, I can’t wait forever, come on… Belle sprung to her feet, turning towards the kitchen door, it was slightly ajar....

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Insignificant

Words mean nothing. I am nothingness: Unimportant, vague, transparent, insignificant, invisible, of no value, lacking importance, until you name me. Will I sing and dance for you? Will I tell you a story? Will I behave as you see me? Will I...

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Dinosaur Mountains

We all slowly bum-slid down the wooden stairs, Panda, doll and me. “Daddy, look what’s on the floor”. I don’t think mommy liked it because she screamed “Daddy get rid of it”. I thought it looked strange, moving its body from side to side on the...

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When the world ends

When the world ends who is it I will see, see forever, the last face I will remember looking at? When the world ends? I couldn’t believe I said that, couldn’t believe at all, when the doll sang to me, I cried. I cried because I knew my world...

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Dear Teddy

Dear Teddy, I am so very sorry I had to leave, I didn’t want to. You see it all happened so quickly. Life happened and now I am here. Older, not wiser, not smarter, stuck in “the leaving” modus operandi started so very long ago. I had no choice then, left you on the...

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The funeral

When I finally arrived at the funeral parlour, the queue stretched out past the building’s walls into the car park. This was going to take ages. I had purposefully left it late because I hated such formal displays of emotion. The men stood in...

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Earthworm Jacob

Walking away! Earthworm Jacob moving forward, busily munches through delicious rotting food when, there, innocuous, -: "Walking away,” messily scrawled on a small piece of paper. Stopped in his tracks Earthworm Jacob pauses. Pauses to ponder, never before, never...

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Red Moon

Sleepless nights, tossing and turning, bathed in crimson moonlight that seeps through the narrow window slats. I never though for one second I could end up here, NEVER! The red moon is the only difference. Stuck out on that road, I walked...

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Breakfast Bear

Be Silent… Having the noise sucked out of a space systematically, year after year, destroying the natural noise filters. Tiptoeing through the kitchen had become a matter of fact action, unconsciously conscious. Tipping through space and...

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Talking at the Bus Stop

For FUCKS SAKE!!! Don’t you understand I’ve had enough of your rubbish? A single pedestrian stops in his tracks and looks back at the small bald man standing at the bus stop, obviously angry with someone. Right so! The pedestrian, turns to...

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Running, the endless running

Running, the endless running, away from, towards, around, meeting deadlines… All it took was one wish; one deeply felt honest thought and everything changed. At 13:02 the clock stopped… Gregory Pension, a rather large Springer Spaniel, standing...

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Yellow Haired Lady

Your dark eyes don’t smile, they squint, squint at me as you clasp your hands close to your body. Keeping you safe and repelling me, me the monster of your dreams, the monster you squint to see, the darkness only you can see. Under those...

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The Vacant Chair

The boy with the grenade stood beneath a tall oak tree. His face grimaced as the photo was taken. One moment. Thirty seconds later he was running after his younger sister as she jumped up and down in front of him. Their mother now held the grenade,...

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