Amanda Durkan Writes

Editing The Long Way to Osaka

The Long Way to Osaka

My journey started at Dublin Airport with me crying into my sleeve. My flight to my sister’s wedding in Japan had been cancelled. It was fine. Not a big

The Brook

Bubbling, bobbing, and burbling goes the brook Wispy, whirly and whooshy goes the wind Muttered, muted, and muffled goes my memory I putter from problem to predicament, pitiful I sway

Rite of Passage

“I’m trying, I really am fucking trying, can’t you see that?” I didn’t look up. The cracks in the floorboards felt sharp against my socks. I had

Psyche Revived by Cupid's Kiss

Her curiosity got the better of her. Psyche had been told in no uncertain terms not to open the jar. But what harm could a little peek do? It wasn’

Don’t Say Goodbye

Liam Gordon first met Aidan Costello while browsing the middle aisle of their local Aldi. They both reached for the last inflatable giant hammer. Neither needed an inflatable giant hammer.

999

I don’t know when I first knew that a knife to the gut would be the end of me, maybe I always knew. It calmed me in a way.

Walking

I walk down the lonely road, nothing to keep me company but my own arms wrapped tightly around my torso. They tremble. It’s the cold, must be. Couldn’t

Extract from Chapter 32 of a Novel-in-Progress

The novel follows Feasa, who has spent most of his life in a mental health institution, believing himself to be ill, but later understanding that he has powers. In this

Hammam

A massage therapist usually leaves the room so that you can strip down to your knickers in private. You position yourself under a towel, face down on a bed with