Eamonn Miller

Joined December 2021

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Bio

Eamonn has written for television, stage and screen.

He now writes for joy, prosperity and the celebration of ideas.

Stories (11/0)

No More Nonsense
She was sick of all the nonsense, all of it. Her son, the used car salesman, had asked for even more money – more money!
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Families
The Hotel Ever Rest
This here, right here on this rocky outcrop, is Isami’s hotel. Isami didn’t build it but it is his. It is Isami’s hotel because all others who had taken up residency there had passed on long before.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Earth
The Ring
He still owed money to Carlos but he was on the island and on the island Carlos could not touch him. The sun streamed down, bouncing off everything it touched. The hammock sagged and gently swayed, almost to the beat of the band playing on the beach.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Criminal
The Biscuit
When I was younger than I am now, I made a rocket balloon with my father. We sent it into Space with a smiley-face biscuit wrapped in tin foil.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Futurism
The Precious Nature of Hair
She was fascinated by hair and would tell stories of strangers with long flowing locks that made the other girls gasp and get goose bumps.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Fiction
Chris and the Cave
Chris had been living quite comfortably in his cave for three months; he had formed a bond with the place and could see himself being there for quite some time.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Psyche
The Essence of Stephanie's Treat
Stephanie was a dear old girl. She was the kind of dear old girl you would want over at your house often. She would gladly come and visit you if it was not for the fact she loved being in her own house so much, for her house was her castle, her idea of heaven – therefore, she rarely left it.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Feast
The Trail
The trail was cracked and dry so he poured a little water on it to feed the ants. “Don’t waste that” his father called back, “We need that.”
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Families
The Undiscovered Skeleton
He had Sundays off. He was free to do as he liked and he liked doing the same thing. He would go to the museum and inspect the minerals and gemstones. The exhibits rarely changed and he took great comfort in this.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Wander
The Art of Cutting Oysters
He shared a watermelon with his son under the gazebo. It was the time of year when everything seemed to be in season and his pick of the bunch was always the watermelon.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Humans
Bloom
He would roll in the long grass, afternoon to evening, despite it badly irritating his skin. The pink lumps swelled like a myriad of clouds, lit and shadowed by the setting sun.
By Eamonn Miller2 years ago in Fiction