Conor Darrall
Bio
Short-stories, poetry and random scribblings. Irish traditional musician, sword student and strange egg. Bipolar. Part of @jerichowriters #UNWC Class of 21/22 with my novel 'The Forgotten 47' - @conordarrall / www.conordarrall.com
Stories (110/0)
- Top Story - July 2023
The head jar
Sometimes I hear a tinny noise like a mosquito buzz, in my ears, or is it my mouth, and I have to remind myself that the time I picked up a radio signal, one time, doesn’t mean that I can claim to be a radio, but I still worry about the buzzing. Am I getting tinnitus like me da, or did I really actually get an infection? I’m so worried for a silent forever, for losing the pulse of my drum nor in her voice, so sweet and high or gravel in a valley her magic is one I cannot lose - it’s probably nothing but the acoustics and the lamp by the weaker ear, I’ll get it checked out: I’ll play my drum more. I’ll crave and fear the silence.
By Conor Darrall3 months ago in Poets
Meeting the In-Laws
"Honey, you're late." "Mix-up at the massage parlour." Meeting the in-laws. Kill me. I stumbled home in a daze through Little Russia, and only remembered my promise to buy wine at the last minute: a bottle from Georgia with STALIN on the label.
By Conor Darrall5 months ago in Fiction
