Marty Kay
A Sniper's Promise
Mickey Moran settled into a prone position by the woods, and waited for the British Army to make contact with southern authorities and the Gardai dispatched a team to investigate. His new American...
Bless me, Father
Sister Paula O'Hare thought she heard God's call and achieved her degree from University College Dublin. She built a strong reputation as an excellent teacher in Mercy Grammar School for...
I Confess
Before we start, don't judge me, and don't go running to your mother. I'll talk to her myself when the time is right. The burning inside comes in the morning, before the light, and at night, when I...
Miracle at Midnight
Twenty years after moving to New York, he still remembered the rush of moving through hordes of people and the heat. He built a successful construction business and then moved into property...
Shadow of a Gunman
Shane O'Rourke outperformed everyone in his class, but hated Bony M. and never did his homework. He fought for Holy Trinity, where Speedy protected the weaker lads. Mr. Morrison's face reddened as...
Soul Searching
New love 'Hi, Mike. I read your profile on Matchmate.com and thought we might have something in common, but I don't own a bright red Mercedes to lean against, and I find it difficult to pose for a...
The Gift
Sarah leaned backwards, opened her desk drawer, and spun towards her father, opening her legs. She learned to rid herself of the guilt, the gift game. The following week, Sarah became apprehensive...
Yesterday
Life's road recedes in our rearview mirror. Backward glance, but can't reverse.
Wash my Wounds
I walk with angels, watching wreaths wilt on wooden coffins carved with scarlet letters, cleansed of fear, free now, and renewed again my hope in you, humanity.
Thorns of Love
I knew you long before life's blunt blows hammered your heart, and suffed out your spirit. I loved you, years before agony's anvil, red hot with anger, warped your youth, and cast your rigid mold...
The Last Teardrop
Your time had come, Death, the immortal parasite, hovered and stared through hollowed-eyed darkness, and I held your hand, knowing your going was not the end, until we meet again, when I will wipe...
Silent Holocaust
Your birth, a blood bath, in a stainless steel dish, was dismembered and brought to your resting place in a glass jar. Your epitaph, bio-waste, and burial ground, Incinerator, were thought to have...