Fighting Words

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I ignored the disapproving look on her ageing, Botox-filled face and smiled at the wavy tufts of red hair that now exposed my ears. Photograph: Getty Images

“So, Alissa,” the hairdresser began, hesitantly chopping off more and more of my past, the auburn strings descending like confetti. “What on earth mad(...)

Max wakes up in his bed in New York City and Carter is waiting beside his bed for him to go to the zoo on a school tour. Carter gets his imaginary car(...)

“It sometimes means entering the work for competition and framing writing that win prizes or is published in newspapers, online or in poetry publications.” Photograph: iStock

I work in a coeducational school in Donabate, North Co Dublin. It has been a great privilege for me and for my fellow English teachers to participate (...)

Roddy Doyle:  ‘It is a joy to watch young writers.’

There is something great, almost magical, about watching a writer take ownership of a story. It’s not something we often get to witness. Writing is a (...)

The children in my class always love giving in-depth back stories to characters and the characters in these stories are open to much interpretation as they are often silly and unusual. Photograph: iStock

How can this document be used in the primary school classroom? As a primary school teacher, I know the value of bringing fun and silliness to creativ(...)

I try again. Stretching to the stars,  Unblinking and unflinching at their intensity. Photograph: iStock

Dreams are for the dreamers they say; With corporate ties and Serious sighs With tests and points, Souls marked valuable by numbers and words scribed(...)

My eyes were drawn backwards to my noisy, chaotic classmates, but I followed him out the gates and up the road. Photograph: Getty Images

I had hardly had time to pack my bag when he grabbed my hand and pulled me out the door. “He’s in a hurry, Miss, we have to go,” he said in the teach(...)

And the walk through Stephen’s Green  Becoming nothing more than a symphony of death and nature. Photograph: iStock

My first love Was the winding cobbled streets And shouts in the summer time Proclaiming of pots filled with strawberries Lined up for slaughter W(...)

We’ve swum seas, climbed borders, don’t give us orders. Photograph: iStock

Listen to the sounds of the retreating immigrants The echoes of feet once fled If only you had seen all the bloodshed Listen to our pleas for help (...)

She felt a certain heaviness lift from her chest as she drifted down the steps of the house. Photograph: iStock

The cemetery was seldom frequented upon the hour approaching midnight. Ophelia drifted in and out of consciousness, staring upward with solemn eyes. H(...)

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