Marie McGrath
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Things that have saved me:
Animals
Music
Sense of Humor
Writing
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Hortense and the Library
’ Hortense Gunsenthorpe lived in the little blue house all her life. Her mother, Harmony and her father, Hawthorne J. lived there, too. The best thing Hortense liked to do was sit at the kitchen table and talk to them. They were a happy family and liked to do things together.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Fiction
Christopher. Top Story - February 2025.
Christopher turned off the computer at his desk and began to get ready to leave work. He’d been employed by the insurance company for 12 years and the routine had become something he did nearly unconsciously. As he went through the revolving front door, the wind seemed to pick up just to inconvenience him. It had snowed and there were few footprints on the walk. Makes sense, he thought. Very few people would be leaving the office this early.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Fiction
Straw Man
Part Two of Three Fionn Rafferty lives on a small farm near Ballintee in Co. Sligo, Ireland. He loves all his animals and often spends time during the night visiting the cows and horses in the family’s barn. One particular night, an odd noise and tumbling straw bale led him to discover someone hiding in an empty horse stall.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
Straw Man
Part One of Three Fionn stood at the small window beside the front door looking out over the nearly barren fields. His da hadn’t got much off their wee bit of land for silage this past year. He had said to Fionn, “We may not get the full of it this year. And it’ll be wild expensive to buy from yerman. We may have to part with one of the heifers.”
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Chapters
The Write Stuff
Vocal is many things to its many people: a meeting ground for those who love to write, particularly those who MUST write; a place to hone one's writing skills, be they narrative, lyrical, fiction or non- ; a rich source of material to while away many an hour in reading sessions that could continue, I'm sure, for months; and the gift of a platform where those of us who may have long toiled in obscurity find an outlet for what we feel compelled to share, where there is feedback and just the welcome opportunity to publish.
By Marie McGrathabout a year ago in Critique
