Donal Flanagan
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The Owls are Watching
There is a city in D—n which is older than any memory. It has come to be known as Olukhawa, the City of Owls. Few discoveries have sparked so much intrigue in the world of archaeology in recent years. But despite a flurry of research activity, Olukhawa’s people and culture still remain largely a mystery to us. What we have learned, however, shatters many of our preconceptions of our Bronze Age antecedents.
By Donal Flanagan2 years ago in Fiction
Payday
1899. Like most of the townhouses in the area, the best days of 27 Mountjoy Square are behind it. Built in the previous century to house one of the ascendancy families of Dublin (who had long since departed for more fashionable areas south of the Liffey), it was now home to no less than eight families of Dublin’s rapidly expanding working class. At the top of the building, in a single room which would have once been occupied by a servant or two, lived Frank and Nora O’Driscoll along with their seven children.
By Donal Flanagan3 years ago in Fiction
Execution Day
James Dowland stepped out of his cell into the inner courtyard of Newgate prison. A shaft of light from a skylight above hit him in the eye, causing artifacts of purple to bloom across his field of vision. The under-sheriff roughly grabbed his hands to inspect his handcuffs. Satisfied that they were securely fastened, he led James and another condemned man through a door and down a narrow corridor to the chaplain’s office. There they found the clergyman sat at his desk, reading a bible against the slanting light from the window. He looked up with a placid expression and gestured for them to sit.
By Donal Flanagan3 years ago in Criminal