Category: Satire

You Can’t Outrun Death on a Treadmill

I’m not sure why exactly, but I absolutely love running on my treadmill. It’s my favourite thing to do. I have it kept in my room so that I can jump on whenever I want to. Most days it’s all I do. I just run on that thing until I get tired, I take a […]

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I’m from Cork, boy

A handsome, well-dressed man enters a room. His demeanour suggests confidence, and it radiates off of him. Without saying a single word, he has somehow captivated the entire room. His chin is chiselled, his hair thick and flowing. The swagger of his walk is equal parts relaxed and urgent. He is both everything and nothing. […]

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