comic fiction

It was summer time in Limerick city; sure it was barely raining at all, except when it was. Fortunately for the sake of this story it wasn’t right then and B-Man was taking Eugene for a “walk” in the People’s Park. A length of dental floss…

Over the last sixteen weeks, Raw Talent has enthralled and aroused everybody that's so much as glanced at it. Raw Talent author Deirdre Sullivan has been called "Ireland's answer to Louise Bagshawe" by none other than multi-award winning…

Read Chapter Fifteen Here or start from the beginning Here CHAPTER SIXTEEN Jackman DuVall was in a quandry. He had a conference deal with Tokyo and Wall Street was on the other line, asking him for urgent advice. He wrote “SELL” on a post…

“My poor boy, taken away so young…” came Mordecai’s sobs as we exited the Church, passing by a dozen wreaths bearing the name “Rollison” and making our way to the car. The tears weren’t unexpected, salty as they were, as the Priest had…

Captain Springsteen looked at her compass. The needle pointed north. Actually, compass needles always pointed north, but this one pointed straight ahead at the N on the compass, basically making it double North. North was dead ahead. She…

Previously (1,2), Paddy and B-Man, Limerick's greatest superheroes, were suspicious of the sudden spate of beards on usually unbearded men. Their investigations led them to a craft beer bar with a viking DJ. The DJ played a song that seemed…

Read Chapter Eight here or read Raw Talent from the start here CHAPTER NINE Jackman Duvall was tersely rustling papers when the phone rang. He had to be prepared for his conference call with Tokyo. But were they prepared for him? His…

The vanilla milkshake looked at Zeus and sang – ‘I kissed a horse and I liked it. A horse kiss is the final ingredient in my chemical equation to blow my teacher’s retroussé nose right off her face when she reads my essay on the influence…

Read Chapter Five Here. CHAPTER SIX Fox Maison was in a quandry. Sure, she was taking New York by storm, out every night hob nobbing with the crème de la crème of high society. From the speakeasies of Williamsburg to the members only…

Richard strolled into Dyetrine Industries feeling refreshed after a three day weekend. His face glowed with the results of an extra day of rest and relaxation, and a smile graced his lips. In his hand his briefcase, normally a ball and…