The Ulleann Pipes are real and the music that comes from these simple reeds and covered or uncovered finger-holes is haunting. Some of the pieces still claw at my soul. Here are YouTube titles, for those that want to hear such music for yourselves: Davy Spillane - Caoineadh Cu Chulainn Uilleann Pipes.flv I am asleep (Air) & The Clumsy Lover (Reel) Uilleann...
She rolled over onto her side. Not wanting to open her eyes. Donna could hear the birds singing and she smelled the sweet grass as it submitted to the gentle lashing of the late fall breeze, the sun barely over the horizon. She lay there in the twilight of morning. Not wanting to face the day. She rose only with the thought of coffee and lots of it. Donna...
Well I was hard at work on my job and I felt like I needed a little time to myself. Maybe a place to go where I could relax and get all the stress relieved. So I took a few days of vacation from work not knowing what was planned. My parents mentioned to me that I should go down to their cabin and relax. It sounded like a great idea, I thought to myself, yes...
We can hardly contain our excitement as we head north to the cabin in the woods, far far away. The drive is long, about nine hours, but it doesnt seem like it as we make small talk, giggling and acting like the hopeless romantics that we are. I've never taken you there, but we've talked about it for hours. Describing the A-framed cabin, with the huge firepl...
Chapter One - Wish I Was Wren "Wish I was a Wren," Recruit Brian Perkins mumbled under his breath. 'Fuck! I wish he hadn't said that!' thought Recruit Michael Nyland. He knew that no good would come of it. "Your wish might come true," Leading Recruit Jason Jones (Spike to his friends) sneered. Michael Nyland shivered, and not just because he was standin...
July 30, 1814 We left Missouri on May 1st. I managed to stay by my brother Thomas's side by disguising myself as one of the 140 young lads who had volunteered for the battle further up river. We were alone in the world, the two of us, and though St Louis had been recommended to us by neighbors back east after our parents died, Thom was uncertain what type...
I have a nice piece of land in a rural area of Appalachia. It's not in the main Blue Ridge range itself, but rather in a small chain of mountains about thirty miles long, that veers off to one side. I'm on the far end, so my hills and ridge have an amazing view of the entire chain, as well as the river valley below. The really cool part about the view is tha...
Welcome, everyone. Thanks for checking out the story! This is 'At the Cabin', but despite its title, over time it became more than just a story about teens spending time at a cabin, because it became more about the characters than the setting as we expanded on their backstories, their families and the small town they live on. The story wasn't and isn't writt...
To my American readers, I'm sorry if my information is flawed. I did a little research as I was writing but I'm no expert on guns or the USA/Canada. The town of Marchant Falls is fictional as is Echo Springs. I wanted to write an adventure story and although it didn't really turn out as I had intended I'm still quite happy with it. I've also left it open s...
Please read the previous chapters to make it easier to follow the story. Also a big thank you to Estragon for editing this story. Chapter 3 Jeff speaks: "At around five o'clock I got a call from Darcy. She reminded me that she wouldn't be coming home before going shopping and to the movies with Shauna. I was debating with myself whether I was going to f...