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I had disseminated some (almost) Irish stories (short stories) on this blog. From this blogpost you have the chance to read them.
The first or the last? An Irish soda bread short story
Enough time to have that tiny mouths on the bus too. USB ports. They are mouths to me. They are mouths and they have a blue nose. The streets are almost the same, the bus is the same but not the same. With its USB mouths.
Bheoláin and the Winter Queen
Bheoláin knew that the Winter Queen would have eaten her if she had found her. The Winter Queen eats everything… But Bheoláin was a brave and smart lassie. And Bheoláin loved the summer.
When the Devil comes to Inis Mór
They should have realized I was there simply by looking to the left side of the Bóithrín. Because the grass withered under my shadow. But they never see me. They don’t look, so they don’t see. The funny thing is that they see me where I’m not…
The civilized Viking and the stubborn (Irish) monk
A few days ago I found out on Irish Medieval History Facebook Page that “Irish monks invented the space between words”. This is a short story about an unusual Viking, a young, smart Irish monk and that invention…
How The Irish Rediscovered the Solstice
< Gráinne? >
Enda uí Rómhar had been waken up by something. Of course he thought it was his wife.
It happens to everybody that, barely awake, things in your head are a little bit fuzzy.
Sleep is a mysterious thing and awakening even more, perhaps.
But a few moments later Enda realized why it couldn’t have been her wife: she was dead. She had died the day before.
Where the Clouds are Born: an imagination of Puffing Hole
It’s named the Puffing Hole: the hole that snorts. It is one of the miracles of Àrainn’s west coast. The sea penetrated the rock for tens of yards and, perhaps finding a hollow area, led to a fall, creating a gap through which the sea rises inside the rock, up to the sky.