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Maura McHugh

writing dark visions from the West of Ireland

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Maura McHugh

A writer of prose, comic books, plays, non-fiction and other media, specialising in horror/science fiction.

  • Story in The Scarlet Traces Anthology

    3 September 2019 /

    My story 'The Mechanical Marionette Mob' appears in Ian Edginton's Scarlet Traces anthology, which is out now.

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The crisp crunch of icy snow under your heel is th The crisp crunch of icy snow under your heel is the sound of winter. #snow #woods #twilight #winter #path #Galway #Ireland
The low sun on a freezing, clear day creates a sli The low sun on a freezing, clear day creates a slice of radiant light across the treeline. Looking up it's as if the top of a blackened tree is burnished gold: both dead and gloriously alive. During winter these cold, sunny days are my salvation. #woods #trees #forest #sunshine #Galway #Ireland #lightandshadow
Sometimes sunset is almost sepia. #Galway #woods # Sometimes sunset is almost sepia. #Galway #woods #Ireland #sunset
New growth - always a hopeful sight. Spring approa New growth - always a hopeful sight. Spring approaches. #plants #woods #Galway #Ireland
Yay, my succulent is flowering (not a metaphor). I Yay, my succulent is flowering (not a metaphor). It's putting out a second tendril also. Hurray for thriving houseplants! #plants #houseplants #flowers
Yesterday's gorgeous sunset reflected in flooded f Yesterday's gorgeous sunset reflected in flooded fields. Often when taking a picture you want to get the perfect capture. But my route to an unimpeded view of that was nonexistent - inconvenient trees, brambles and walls were in every shot. You know, all the things that exist in this landscape! So I let go of impossible and accepted the real. And it remains a beautiful image of the end of a splendid day. #photography #Galway #Ireland #sunset #reflection #floods
The spaces people cleared to build their structure The spaces people cleared to build their structures are reclaimed by nature eventually. Our memories, imprinted upon stone, tethered by void, are replayed by those whose names we never learned but who watched us always. They puzzle over our artefacts, crafted with such effort but doomed to decay. Blind, loud creatures that trampled the world, then vanished. #woods #ivy #forest #ruins #Galway #Ireland
Like sleepy cataract-coated eyes, the pools in the Like sleepy cataract-coated eyes, the pools in the stone glare at the trees, and its thoughts are jealous: 'We have watched you snap from sapling to long-limbed lively forms in our lucid moments, and we will awake again to see you decomposed and scattered around our strength.' At this it slumbers again as the trees bend and flail in the wind and rain, alive to the moment. #reflection #Galway #Ireland #trees #water
Oh no, a lost polar bear hat, awaiting the return Oh no, a lost polar bear hat, awaiting the return of its wee owner. I'm hoping for a cheerful reunion, but conscious this bear must dangle in the dark Irish woods (far from its land of birth) alone at night. Perhaps our resident forest spirits will lay claim to it with twiggy fingers, and caper in front of their secret, arcane fires, passing it back and forth from gnarled to spikey heads. Whatever child is crowned with this the following morning will dream of hidden worlds. #hat #woods #forest #lostandfound #Galway #Ireland #story
I'm super pleased to be a programme participant  I'm super pleased to be a programme participant at the online iteration of Boskone 2021 (12-14 February), the annual (and oldest) science fiction convention in New England, USA, organised by the New England Science Fiction Association (NESFA). The art here is by the wonderous @juliedillonart – Official Artist of the convention. Go to my web site for details of my schedule (link in bio). #boskone #conventions #sf #horror #fantasy #onlineevents
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