About Nicola McDonagh
Nicola McDonagh is an author, creative writing tutor and photographer. She lives in Suffolk, UK with her musician husband and a plethora of rescued/feral cats. She came to writing prose late in life and is trying to make up any lost time by dabbling in more than one genre. Nicola enjoys experimenting with language and the visual image, often combining the two to create unusual stories and photographs that hopefully entertain and give pause for thought.
Nicola has two YA dystopian/sci-fi books originally published by Fable Press, called - The Song of Forgetfulness, and has self-published a collection of adult tales called - Glimmer and other stories. Nicola won The Suffolk Book League Short Story Award in 2011 with Glimmer, and was shortlisted for the Escalator genre fiction award in 2012 with Echoes from the Lost Ones. She has just completed a middle grade action adventure novel called - Marauders of the Missing Mummies.
Nicola McDonagh is an author, creative writing tutor and photographer. She lives in Suffolk, UK with her musician husband and a plethora of rescued/feral cats. She came to writing prose late in life and is trying to make up any lost time by dabbling in more than one genre. Nicola enjoys experimenting with language and the visual image, often combining the two to create unusual stories and photographs that hopefully entertain and give pause for thought.
Nicola has two YA dystopian/sci-fi books originally published by Fable Press, called - The Song of Forgetfulness, and has self-published a collection of adult tales called - Glimmer and other stories. Nicola won The Suffolk Book League Short Story Award in 2011 with Glimmer, and was shortlisted for the Escalator genre fiction award in 2012 with Echoes from the Lost Ones. She has just completed a middle grade action adventure novel called - Marauders of the Missing Mummies.
GLIMMER
Glimmer is a collection of seven compelling and uncanny stories that deal with obsession, loss, redemption, ghostly encounters, supernatural romance, and enduring love.
“Glimmer and other stories is a miniature treasure chest of jewels. I absolutely loved these short stories....they were mesmerising, masterful, original, eloquent, lyrical, clever.” Review by Lesley Hayes
From metaphysical speculation to sophisticated eroticism, these beautifully crafted tales explore human nature in all its diversity. Sometimes disturbing, sometimes inspirational, they all have a metaphorical richness that will take you into an uncanny world that straggles the line between the real and the imagined.
“Ms. McDonagh has created a world that is like an out-of-body experience almost. The stories took me out of my confined world and took me into science fiction, a little horror, drama, and wonder.” Review by Oscar William Case
“Glimmer and other stories is a miniature treasure chest of jewels. I absolutely loved these short stories....they were mesmerising, masterful, original, eloquent, lyrical, clever.” Review by Lesley Hayes
From metaphysical speculation to sophisticated eroticism, these beautifully crafted tales explore human nature in all its diversity. Sometimes disturbing, sometimes inspirational, they all have a metaphorical richness that will take you into an uncanny world that straggles the line between the real and the imagined.
“Ms. McDonagh has created a world that is like an out-of-body experience almost. The stories took me out of my confined world and took me into science fiction, a little horror, drama, and wonder.” Review by Oscar William Case
Excerpts from
On the Eighth Day and
Rousseau’s Suburban Jungle:
On the Eighth Day:
“He came to me all wet and steamy, not caring that I had not bathed. How fresh, how clean the scent from skin and hair. I could not get my fill and sniffed his body top to toe like a dog greeting one of its own kind.”
Rousseau’s Suburban Jungle:
“Esther drew a tree with bright green leaves that curled up and around the canvas snake-like and cruel. She gave it a head, red eyes and ivory fangs, its mouth open, ready to bite anyone who came too close.”
“He came to me all wet and steamy, not caring that I had not bathed. How fresh, how clean the scent from skin and hair. I could not get my fill and sniffed his body top to toe like a dog greeting one of its own kind.”
Rousseau’s Suburban Jungle:
“Esther drew a tree with bright green leaves that curled up and around the canvas snake-like and cruel. She gave it a head, red eyes and ivory fangs, its mouth open, ready to bite anyone who came too close.”
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