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Seán McNicholl

Author on Reedsy Prompts since May, 2022

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Bread and Butter for the Journey

Weekly Contest #168

Let’s take a little trip,  On a rocket ship To the far side of the moon.  You can start a brand new life,  Free from all the care and strife.  For the old planet is doomed.  Begod, I wish I could get that damn jingle out of me head! If I hear it once more I swear to ye, I’ll eject me-self from the hatch, no suit nor nothin’.  But that would defeat the purpose folks. Ye see, I’m not meant to be here at all. I sorta snuck onto the ship.  Oh be sures, they’ll let us Dubliners build the feckin’ thing, but could...

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I Am Not A Liar.

Weekly Contest #156

I am not a liar. That’s the truth.Well, I mean, in all honesty, we do all tell little lies, little fibs, half-truths, or omissions. But those aren’t real lies. They don’t make you a liar.You know what I mean; when you tell a girl her dress looks well, or that she hasn’t put on weight, or that you’re still attracted to them. Those little white lies don’t count. There’s lots of different types of lies too. Sure, look at my tinder profile for example. It’s not exactly the most accurate representation of myself but I’m not really lying...

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The Accuser

Weekly Contest #153

The heavy courtroom door swung silently on its hinges before the prisoner. Arm in arm with the powerful guards he was led out into the hushed silence that fell before him. All eyes probed and prodded at him as he walked across the room before taking his seat at the cramped worn desk. Before him stood the Judges seat, raised high and looming over him and indeed the entire room. Whispers began to surface from the depth of the silence, murmurings and ponderings about the events that were to unfold before the room. To the pri...

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Tim Finnegan's Wake

Shortlisted for Contest #152 ⭐️

Ah, hello there an’ welcome, ‘tis yerself? Are ye well settled there?I sincerely hope this story finds ye well. And if yer not well, then I hope it finds ye nonetheless. It’s all about a poor man Timothy Finnegan, or Tim as we all knew him. Now Tim was born a gentleman, never a nicer man could ye meet. A gentleman surely, but as poor a blighter as ever ye seen. His father was a cooper. They don’t have many coopers these days, which is a shame. For those who don’t know, a cooper is a man who makes wooden barrels. They don’...

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Yellow Dot Fever

Weekly Contest #151

The old doctor sat back and rubbed at his chin. “And when did the symptoms start?” he said after a fashion, his eyes scanning over the young woman before him. “W-Well doctor,” the girl said as her tongue danced along her lower lip and her fingers gently drummed her legs, “I-Eh-I think about two months ago or so.”  “And all the symptoms started at once?”“Eh, I-I-I don’t think so doctor. It’s just gradually got worse and worse. And now, I-I can’t control it, I-I-I need help!” she stammered out, the drumming increasing its r...

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The Vase of N’Hahn

Weekly Contest #150

His breath caught in his chest, his heart skipped and his eyes dilated as they fell upon her. The elderly attendant led her out, his white gloves caressing her smooth curved body. Murmurs, quietly excited and amorous, began in the front row and swiftly spread across the onlookers as though carried on a breath of wind. There she stood: the Vase of N’Hahn.Jack wanted her.  Jack had to have her.He had never been more certain of any fact in his life. He must have her. His mind, within the breadth of a moment, had been totally stol...

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Snowflakes - Observed

Weekly Contest #150

His hands tremored violently as he raised them from his lap, the shake spreading through to his core, causing the chair to groan beneath him. He allowed them to fall to his lap briefly before rising to cover his eyes in an attempt to stem the stream that was beginning to dampen his shirt. The air rattled in his chest with every breath and sobs were stifled and swallowed. Swallowing was difficult. His dry mouth caused him to choke a little amid those stifled sobs and the salty tears stung at his lips. His stomach churned and heaved, the ...

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Car Trouble

Weekly Contest #149

The night was deep, the hour late and the air crisp when Peter Thomas left the house. The little light over the door flickered and died as the door swung shut. He and his four accompanists were in high spirits . Their laughs spoiled the clean air with bursts of fog, but little heed did they pay.  “Come on”, Peter Thomas said to them as he laid his fiddle in the boot and snapped the lid shut, “Get in, its baltic!” Three clamoured into the back seat, pushing and squabbling over who should be stuck in the middle, whilst Peter Thomas ...

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