H.H. Callaghan
Bio
I'm a writer of prose and verse and love all aspects of literature and storytelling. I am working on some big projects, so I hope you all like my work to come! I will be posting smaller pieces in-between, so please indulge in these too.
Stories (8/0)
- Top Story - April 2024
Love: Perhaps…
Love: Perhaps… You’ll have to forgive me, dear reader, in advance for this stream of consciousness, or this self-expressing monologue. I want these words to be unedited and imperfect, much in the way that love is. By default, this may make my writing seem directionless, but through the digressions and tangents I’m likely to make, I hope to convey the abstract and all-encompassing subject of love.
By H.H. Callaghan2 months ago in Humans
Borrowed Hope
My eyes burned from the bleach as I swilled the rags in the barrel. Around me, men, women and children dressed in the same rigid white canvas uniforms scrubbed and stirred their laundry, their presence a persistent droning of voices and sloshing liquid.
By H.H. Callaghan3 years ago in Fiction
A Puzzling Reward
Ruby worked her way effortlessly through puzzles of all different types for all different ages despite only being ten years old herself; killing time and distracting herself from her rumbling stomach. Her mother, Jocelyn, had been designing them as a hobby for as long as Ruby could remember, but she now spent most of her time trying to find jobs to get them out of the women’s shelter and into a place of their own. Jocelyn had taught her everything she knew about puzzles and recounted often that ‘solving puzzles will lead us to the treasures of life.’ When Ruby had seen the light in her mother’s eyes the first time she had said this, she fell in love with them too and they’d done puzzles together ever since. She moved onto the next one, a word game of her mother’s invention consisting of solving anagrams inside multiple bubbles. The idea was to get the first and last letter from each unscrambled word to add to a final bubble to solve a conundrum, one letter was given to help you place the rest. She was deciding if ‘Bury Slime’ was the sensible answer to her mom’s conundrum clue of ‘What I’d most like to see you do…’ when the answer hit her and she smiled, rolling onto her back on the bed. Satisfied, she looked around the room for another to devour but found none left uncompleted. She shook out all the pockets of jeans and coats and managed to salvage a dollar fifty, which she knew she could easily spend in her favorite thrift store across the street. She flung a rucksack filled with a few puzzle books and some snacks onto her back and left a note for her mum in case she came back from her interviews and wondered where she was, and off she went.
By H.H. Callaghan3 years ago in Families
