Sweet sixteen and never been kissed? No! I have kissed many times. All those times I kissed when we played catch and kiss on the road. Well, maybe they were only pecks, not like the way they kissed in the pictures. With their arms around each other, they would look into each other’s eyes, then lips lock. I suppose that is a real kiss.Read More
I am a collector, a jeweller by trade, my shop sits in the shadows of Ireland’s holy mountain, on the shores of The Wild Atlantic Way. I make and sell semi-precious jewellery set in exquisite designs. Moonstone necklaces which dance in the light, flawless amber rings surrounded by glistening sliver, earrings created from the most delicate of aquamarine.
He had always known what to do. His mind had been tailored over many years to seek the truth, to find the cause for the effect, to procure over-whelming evidence from rigorous analysis. Everything was orderly, everything comprehensible. Stories never satisfied the man. Stories were the inventions of the lazy, simple lies conflated to appease the masses. Stories were chaos. Yet somehow he could never find order in this situation, a situation in which he was bound and trapped by familial duty.Read More