Muiread O’Hanlon
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Muiread O’Hanlon
@muireadohanlon.bsky.social
Irish Writer, lover of books, hiker of mountains ✍️📚

* Shortlisted Historical Writers Association / Dorothy Dunnett Society Short Story Prize 2024
* Shortlisted Doris Gooderson Short Story Award 2024
* Longlisted Bedford Writing Competition 2023
Congratulations @mrscarlielee.bsky.social - such an evocative and disquieting setting 🎉
October 3, 2025 at 10:06 AM
@cbcreative.bsky.social #WriteCBC The chemistry room seeps a sour sweetness into the late day. Six girls perch around a lab bench. Twelve hands rest on a planchette. Are you there? YES. They straighten. Alone? NO. They squirm. Are you friendly? A scream. The fume cupboard opens. A bottle cracks.
October 3, 2025 at 8:41 AM
I’m delighted to have achieved third place. Thanks so much for reading my working 😊 Congratulations to everyone on the shortlist.
July 14, 2025 at 8:28 PM
So many fab books to chose from. My favourites this year: Nesting by Róisín O'Donnell, Night Swimmers by Roisin Maguire, The Innocents by Michael Crummey, The quiet whispers never stop by Olivia Fitzsimons, Falling animals by Sheila Armstrong, The Inheritance by Cauvery Madhavan. Do recommend more!
June 18, 2025 at 8:56 PM
It’s so good they are sticking to their principles. A very positive stance!
February 10, 2025 at 10:22 PM
Preview here thebelfastreview.wixsite.com/home/copy-of... - wait a while for it to load! See p51 …
Issues | THE BELFAST REVIEW
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February 1, 2025 at 5:45 PM
That’s wonderful - it’s such a great book!
January 25, 2025 at 4:18 PM
December 18, 2024 at 4:01 PM
‘That was Christmas past, present and yet to come,’ said the Ghost of Christmas. Ella reddened with shame. ‘I’ve been a cow, haven’t I?’ ‘Let the fire in your hand warm your heart.’ The postcard dried exposing the full text: I’m sorry. Trains cancelled. Home Christmas Eve. Dad xx #5ActFestiveStory
December 16, 2024 at 8:42 AM
She watched in awe as Mum, hands on hips, stared into the fireplace. Loud snorts drifted from the roof. Bells tinkled and a cloud of soot and snow fell in the grate. ‘When I said make it a Christmas to remember…’ she began. ‘I’m stuck,’ whimpered a voice from high in the chimney. #5ActFestiveStory
December 13, 2024 at 9:27 AM