Open Night Writing Workshop...

What you were doing this time last year I was in Colaiste an Spioraid Naoimh. (Sean O Toole.)   An unexpected gift One Monday morning, my mum ran into my bedroom with an extraordinary new look on her face and handed me a parcel with a note from an anonymous person. I opened my parcel and there was a pair of gift cards for a thousand euro. I asked my mom where did you get it and she said I got it through the mail. Set your alarm forĀ 3 a.m., wake up, and write the first thing that comes into your mind Why did I try to get up early?! (Ciaran Meers.)   A lie you were told That I’m good at hurling. (John Mackey.)   How to get rich quick Get on Winning Streak and spin the wheel! (Liam O Connor.)   Death of a journalist It was heartbreaking to hear, my favourite journalist found lifeless in a sidestreet alley. I was devastated. Who would write the business section now and as the chief of the newspaper it was my job to find the replacement! (Tadhg O Corrain.)   Being chased by a killer I would probably run like the wind. If it did happen I would defend myself. Haha!   Your favourite hiding place My favourite hiding place to hide is underneath a giant tumbleweed. (Oscar O Corrain.)   Something you’d like to know about I’d like to know was Jimmy Barry Murphy good in school? (Sean Leisk)   The way the sky looks today Very blue with white clouds. (John)   Waking up elsewhere I went to Dublin for New Year’s Eve. We stayed in a hotel. When I woke up I was knocking on the door outside of the hotel...

Life on a Platter by Len Ahern...

A mess Is made only by the best, For those of us who Detest The jest of the clean and tidy room. The clean And its unfathomable sheen, For those of us who are Keen To be on top by far. The average And its unnoticed heritage – For those of us who Abridge Every task set as an...