The White Hare – an Giorria Bán

Tales of the Dark Stone 18 minute read

Start of a story I promised to write for my two daughters. It will get quite dark and nasty as things progress (they seem to like that)

The Cats Graveyard
Once Upon a Time
In a patch of ancient wooded ground below the church of Clonallan lay a graveyard for cats. The old lady had told Molly of this and, at school Molly had told Jules and Jules had told her sister Elise, when their cat, Oscar, died.

They had wrapped Oscar in what had been her favourite blanket placed her gently in an old holdall and strapped it to . . .

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My name is Liam Robertson. I live with my four children in the village of Rostrevor. I had a wife, Niamh, but she died not that long ago. Most days you will find me writing code to feed my family. Most nights I write prose and poetry to prick and prod that ragged tear loss leaves behind.
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