11 stories
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W. B. Yeats-
2.2K
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344 parts
A creeping fog clings to the crumbling stone of Blackwater Keep, mirroring the melancholic verses etched within its shadowed halls. Each poe... -
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James Stephens-
637
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38 parts
A creeping dread clings to the Irish coast, thick as the bog mire that swallows men whole. Stephens weaves a tale not of heaven or hell, but... -
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James Stephens-
512
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34 parts
The air hangs thick with peat smoke and the scent of brine, clinging to the desolate Irish coast where Mary, a girl both blessed and cursed ... -
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James Joyce-
446
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53 parts
Dust motes dance in the perpetual twilight of Dublin, mirroring the fractured recollections within these pages. A city breathes its decay in... -
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George William Russell-
387
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20 parts
A creeping dread clings to the Irish countryside as shadowed figures move within the decaying grandeur of ancestral homes. Russell weaves a ... -
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James Stephens-
379
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21 parts
A creeping mist clings to the boglands, mirroring the decay within the ancient Irish heart. This is a tale woven from the threads of folklor... -
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James Joyce-
335
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18 parts
Dublin bleeds into the sea, a city steeped in brine and regret. The air hangs thick with coal smoke and the ghosts of forgotten fathers. Eac... -
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Liam O’Flaherty-
263
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19 parts
A perpetual twilight clings to the Dublin tenements, mirroring the moral rot within. Rain slicks the cobblestones, reflecting gaslight in gr... -
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Lady Gregory-
176
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6 parts
A creeping dread clings to the ancient stones of Dromore House as the tale unfolds. Lady Gregory weaves a narrative steeped in the decay of ... -
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J. M. Synge-
170
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6 parts
A creeping dread clings to the boglands of Ireland, mirroring the rot within the decaying faith. Synge’s narrative unfolds like a peat fire ... -
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J. M. Synge-
169
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7 parts
A peat-bog moon hangs low over the ragged coastline, staining the turf with a sickly luminescence. Here, in a remote Irish village clinging ... -