Story Tag: Epic

Blink

Colaiste Eanna

After we had collected the water from the Dodder, we re-armed, collecting our guns and ammunition and heading back into the forest to apply more trip mines...

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Seamus

Colaiste Eanna

The Authority, no man under six foot two, biceps bigger than watermelons and brains as small as peanuts.

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The Cost of Compliance

Colaiste Eanna

I am spying on The Authority. The Authority think that I am working for them but, in reality, I am spying on them and giving out the information to the rebels at the same time.

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The Death Machine

Colaiste Eanna

On one of the most thunderous nights, I was called to the torture chamber. All I could see were piles of dead bodies and tools that do unspeakable things to men, women and children.

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Ricochet

Colaiste Eanna

No guards, no shooting, it wasn’t right. Then it happened.

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The Rescue

Colaiste Eanna

Will’s ears were ringing and he could barely see. All he could hear was gunshots and shouting.

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The Revenge

Colaiste Eanna

When the virus emerged around the globe, there was a frantic search for a cure. It was found that in Irish children there was a genetic difference in their DNA that was immune to the disease. In order to extract this, they had to take brain samples of tens of thousands of children, which was a humanitarian crime.

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The Turncoat

Colaiste Eanna

There I was shooting leaders, generals and even little soldiers. Then all of a sudden the mask gets taken off another soldier and I recognise the face. I couldn't shoot. It is my cousin, Alan.

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Joining the Fight

Colaiste Eanna

I’d fallen to my knees feeling guilt, sadness and above all, pure rage. I felt that for so long that I’ve stayed away from the fight, but now is my time to deal with this evil, devilish set-up that I’ve gotten so used to living under, but not any more.

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The Rebel Decision

Colaiste Eanna

Can I do this to my friend and these children? My heart is beating at a rate of knots, all the while the sounds of bombs exploding with each second.

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