Susan O'Reilly
Bio
Selfpublished author of poetry and novels.
Stories (8/0)
Together Forever
He’s looking this way again. I purposely, resolutely, ignore him as always, well since the first time that is. Try and ignore him I mean, as he creeps me out, and he is always in the corner of my eye. He declared, that first time, his undying love for me, in glorious poetic prose, loudly and astride a chair in the school canteen. He called it ‘Catriona my reason for Living’. I can only imagine the colour I must have become. I’m sure I could have lit up the whole school. My friends doubled up and I could get no sense or assistance from them. I or my friends don’t find him funny anymore. The coffee he is drooling into is doing a terrible job of blocking the smell emanating from his armpits. For flip sake has he no friends or family to tell him.
By Susan O'Reilly4 years ago in Horror
Haunted
In the corner huddled, naked. I’m more colourful than any clothes I could wear. I’m red, black, and blue. Battered and bruised, my crime enquiring about his whereabouts. Together for 6 years now, our beautiful son asleep upstairs and I’m not entitled, according to him, to ask him anything.
By Susan O'Reilly4 years ago in Horror
Rory came to Stay
The ray gun is meant for shooting but my nephew likes to just bonk me on the head with his. This makes a very prickly aunt sharper and more dangerous than the cactus glaring at me from the window. I am not a morning person the cogs in my brain don’t start whirling until approximately eleven, which is tea and toast time. There is no point resisting I offered to babysit, nobody made me. I do love the little bugger as much as anybody but just not at the ungodly hour of half seven.
By Susan O'Reilly4 years ago in Families