UNDER THE WILL… OVER THE DRAMA…

Tag: fiction

  • Episode 72 – Not All Monsters Roar…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Not All Monsters Roar (Some Wear Cardigans and Make Trifle)… I once submitted a receipt for hoover bags. Hoover bags, folks. Not diamond-studded ones. Not antique ones. Just plain, functional dust-hoovering bags because, shockingly, dirt exists. I was on social welfare at the time, and it was a simple reimbursement. No drama. No debate. Or…

  • Aunty Fan Speaks… And She’s Not Impressed…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now… it’s me, Aunty Fan. I was minding my own eternal business here in the Great Beyond – having a nice chat with Granny Frass about the state of the afterlife’s tea supply – when word reached me about Fanny’s latest carry-on. And let me tell you, I had to sit down. Which is…

  • A Message from Darcifer: Of Stones, Spirits, and Kindred Souls from Afar…

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    Mae Faurel
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    So… you brought the Americans to Newgrange, did you? I must confess, I had my doubts. Thought it would be the usual – a gaggle of jet-lagged Yanks snapping selfies, mispronouncing Brú na Bóinne, and asking where they could get a decent cup of coffee. But I’ll hand it to you, lass – you travel…

  • Episode 69 – An American Honeymoon at Faurel Hill…

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    Mae Faurel
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    An American Honeymoon at Faurel Hill: The Unexpected Horn Symphony & Doorbell Drama… by Morgan and Paula… We arrived at Mae’s home, excited for a quiet night filled with laughter and maybe a pint or two or a bit of teq-kill-ya ( which Morgan brought). Instead, we found ourselves suddenly part of an unscripted local…

  • Whispers Through the Stone…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Whispers Through the Stone: Remembering What Was Never Forgotten… There are places in this world that feel older than time. You can sense it the moment you arrive – the air thick with stories, the earth humming a steady, ancient note beneath your feet. Newgrange is one of those places. A mound of stone and…

  • Hello from Granny Frass…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, pet… It’s a fine thing you called on me today. I’ve been sitting on me cloud watching you scurry about like a beetle in a jam jar, overthinking things that don’t deserve five seconds of your precious time. That brain of yours is like a kettle that’s forever just about to boil –…

  • Episode 68 – Bully Blows His Horn…

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    Mae Faurel
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    (Under the Will, Over the Drama – June 5th, 2025) Bully Blows His Horn… Then Rings The Doorbell and Jumps Back in His Truck… There are days when Faurel Hill is so peaceful, you’d swear the world had slowed to a gentle hum.And then there are days when Bully Yates decides to crank up the…

  • Episode 67 – The Curious Case of the Vanishing Saturdays…

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    Mae Faurel
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    (Spoiler: They vanished right into Bully’s wallet.) In the final stretch of Dad’s life, things were raw. Everything hurt, everything mattered, and somehow, everything still had to get done. We’d been running a 13-day shift pattern (not my decision!). Let that sink in: thirteen days straight. I had one day off, just enough time to…

  • A Message From Mam…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Well now, isn’t this a fine kettle of fish? I’ve been a bit tied up, you see. There’s a lovely bridge club up here – Ethel from down the way, Mrs. Donnelly from over the way, and your Auntie Petronella (who still cheats, by the way). We’ve been having ourselves a grand old time, and…

  • Legacy in Fur and Fury: Heff…

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    Mae Faurel
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    Tonight, I’m sitting here with Heff. Heff is my late mother’s dog. He is now blind, diabetic and, let’s be honest, an honorary bastard of the highest order. A story in himself. He’s the kind of creature who, if he could talk, would tell you to get your hands off him, turn off the light…