Fighting Words

“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(...)

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 (...)

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 (...)

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(...)

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(...)

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(...)

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(...)

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 (...)

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