AWOKEN

AWOKEN Micheal Kobi Onwuazo “Harken to grace which is invisible to man”

AWOKEN TABLE OF CONTENTS [Written on the 11th of November 2022] Prologue………………………………………………………………………… 3 ACT 1 ……………………………………………………………………………4 ● Chapter 1…………………………………………………………………………..4 ● Chapter 2………………………………………………………………………….11 ● Chapter 3………………………………………………………………………….27 ACT 2……………………………………………………………………………32 ● Chapter 1………………………………………………………………………….32 ● Chapter 2………………………………………………………………………….43 ● Chapter 3………………………………………………………………………….53 ● Chapter 4………………………………………………………………………….65 ACT 3………………………………………………………………………...70 ● Chapter 1………………………………………………………………………….70 ● Chapter 2………………………………………………………………………….84 ● Chapter 3………………………………………………………………………….91 [Page numbers may vary depending on the format, the numbering for the contents is designed for the google docs standard.]

PROLOGUE This novel is set in 1845 during the start of the notorious Irish potato famine. This was a tumultuous period for the Irish Populus as a potato blight caused a detrimental, historical and social crisis throughout Ireland and still has profound impacts on the country today. The pains of the horror of such a dreadful famine were not as reciprocated by the British as the establishment of absentee landlordism allowed the British to reign with an iron fist over the Island remotely while retaining autonomy overseas. The single-crop reliance of most Irish men on the potato and the Laissez-faire, Malthusian approach to the crisis only exacerbated what was already a terrible situation to begin with. The protagonist, Connor Murphy settles in London during the Victorian Era. The Victorian era was an age of discovery, science, innovation, and industrialization. This period ranged from 1837 all the way up to 1901 with the death of Queen Victoria which was preceded by the Edwardian era. The political scene was increasingly liberal and many reforms and social shifts gave rights to more marginalized groups that previous eras did not provide them. This was an age of higher moral standards perpetuated by religious groups such as the Evangelical wing of the established Church of England. Though this did not particularly affect industrialists who made vast fortunes exploiting and overworking the working and middle class, with massive ghettos and lay-offs as a result of incestuous greed and unchecked capitalism. The population of England and Wales both doubled as Scotland's population also rose rapidly. The only country in this era which saw a population decline in the periphery was Ireland due to the Great Potato Famine, which decreased its population by more than 50% due to starvation, disease and emigration. Many Irish immigrants in this period left Ireland to escape the repression from the British and the famine and many settled in America but increasingly in England. Communities developed in Lancashire and Liverpool yet faced discrimination and prejudice due to the colonial legacy, a widespread feeling of supremacy towards the Irish, poor education, and the religious difference between the mostly Protestant, non-conformist English and the Catholic Irish. Conditions on top the ships headed out of Ireland were perilous and dangerous, mortality rates were high and diseases ravaged many before they could even reach their destination. Despite this, thousands made this extremely risky journey, leaving everything behind for a supposedly better life in England.

ACT 1: WAILS OF THE WITHERING CHAPTER 1 - Harken to grace which is invisible to man, listen to it keenly and all of its demands. Is it not from the spirit from which frank righteousness is found? Is it not from this virtue that all meritable men are made sound? That is light those pale Gaelic souls once cherished, once prayed with and walked in before they all perished. Now the little living disdain and defy the spirit, that failed to protect them at their most vulnerable minute. The air in Galway is blessed with bliss and married to merry delight. The clouds tickle the sun and the sky smiles on an evening so hopeful and bright. The chyme of the winds puts birds into a snug slumber and the stars fall into calm trance. Whilst the moon comes out of twilight hiding to break into nifty dance. Oh! The Gaelic rejoice in the far hills and the expanse that never recedes; in the cliffs and palatial gorges which pertains to an immaculate breeze. With ardent men born of soil, who nurture great kings of grass, who till the still dirt from aridness until it greens alas. The women of the country are flush and full of folly, with passionate wives and soon-to-be brides made glad and sickly jolly. The boys and small children play with gloated ewes that litter the sandy slopes. The girls and precious darlings make cuisine out of relished oats. These inhabitants are not weary, nor do they dread the thought of demise; as they only look towards the future full of promise and ample surprise. Even feeling so strong and solid with their hearts pristine and pure, their tale no longer seems to be so rigidly secure. Woe’d are they to be blinded to the devils who lurk on the vapid seas, born of unhinged ambitions which leads them to become rotten rank thieves. Who’s sick iniquity is darker than that of sin; more opaque than bitter winter’s ceiling. Their vicious vices are so cold and cruel that the devil's jaw drops with dire shock, and all his aids and principalities are fixed sharply like frigid rock. No army can break through the morale of these gallant

great ships, with men with guns and arms held with a tight and murderous grip. Damned bullets fly through the joyous sky to kill and deprive the feeble. Swords and battered bats beat the cheer out the content and working-able. The sun who once welcomed fun is now reserved with a doleful gaze. The stars who once sang are now gloomy at the onset of these downcast days. The moon no longer carols, nor ecstatically celebrates festivities, as it weeps and scorns to be given the curse of mortal nativity. The clouds now jeer at the poor horizon and mock the bleached breeze, and shatter their droplets deplorably into the horned and spiteful sea. No more do these Gaelic see themselves as mighty and distinct, As the Brittons hath enslaved them in a single, brief blink. - Connor: (thinking to himself curiously) I wonder if Ma made some Shepherd's pie today- James: Connor! The English are coming, hide yourself Connor! Connor looked up to see his brother, James staring at him worryingly. His eyes were a deep chameleon green and his hair was a rough dirt brown that whistled in the Irish winds. He was a young and dexterous man that performed every task with grace and tactfulness. His tongue flew quickly and spoke with colloquial yet artful elegance. He was no mere man but more of an upright fellow who did not dissuade from truth and cloaked himself with the thick vale of honesty. Connor: (frustrated) What's with the wee English brother? Can’t they just feck off for a bit? James: I truly wonder! It’s like they’re dogs without a master. Connor: No wonder Pa told us we shouldn't even look into their heartless eyes because the ‘devil lives in them’, or something silly like that. James: I mean, he's not wrong. They’d set this town on fire if it weren’t for the bread and fertile lands we have to offer, that's why they took over by force but without fire. I heard they set another town near us to ruin and forced the men onto their knees to scrape up the ashes in a bid to assert dominance.

Connor: That's vile! I’m so glad our town is still intact. I can’t imagine what it’s like for our other countrymen. James: (sarcastically) Me neither, it sounds horrid. I might just have to become a tea-drinking imperialist chap before I find out! Connor: (in laughter) Guess so too! Oh James, take cover the soldiers have arrived! James and Connor hid under a racy blanket as the officers glanced their porous red eyes through the tiny windows. The adjacent street was wet with the blood of those slaughtered by the iron rod of those soulless colonists; brought to death by the savage ways of those godless settlers. But wanting not to heed to the same fate as those unfortunate men, Connor and James frenziedly took cover to escape their ruthless pillage. Soldier: Open up you damned Irish! Pay your tax or you shall pay with blood. Lieutenant: Quiet down. I'm sure they aren't at home right now. Can’t you tell if a man is absent from his dwelling? Soldier: No - but I’m sure of what I saw Sir! Those pests were crawling around their hutted slum just a minute before we arrived! If you hear me out- Lieutenant: (sternly) That is enough. Save your senseless waffling for when the real felons are here. I'm sure they're not enjoying themselves in this broken and based sun while we search for them from door to door like confused children. Soldier: But sir, I'm sure of what I saw! I saw pale figures moving around and a creepy voice talking with another bony figure. They looked tall and angry - I’m sure they're the ones! Lieutenant: You lost thing! How could they be the ones? Is it not ghosts that inhabit this derelict hut? Your mouth is speaking absolute nonsense! Soldier: But Sir, if we’d just open the door -

Lieutenant: (very aggressively) I said we would not! My word is final and yours is simple blabber. I shall take you out of this army and put you on the street like these filthy Irish fellows if you keep on testing my patience! Soldier: (somberly) Yes sir I understand. Lieutenant: (coldly) Now get out of my sight or I shall remove yours. Soldier: Yes sir! Yes sir! - Connor: Phew! That was a close one. James: (quietly) Have you no ears! Quiet down! Lieutenant: What are these strange rumblings! Doth the ghosts return to disrupt the spirits of nature? James: (quietly) See, we would be like the men scattered on the street if you made even one more of your silly squeaks. Connor: (quietly) Guess so. Lucky us that this twat has ears of oars- Lieutenant: These trees remind me of the jails in Manchester; a wretched place indeed. Anyhow my legs are killing me let me rest on this meagre log. Connor: (distressed) Oh hell! Guess we are getting scattered on the street- Mr. Murphy: Hello soldier. Is there anything I can do for you? Lieutenant: It's Sir for you! Can't you Irish scum show some respect. Mr. Murphy: I'm so sorry Sir I didn't mean to offend you- Lietunentat: No, You aren't sorry! You're sorry that I had to tell you off like a little child. It's apparent why you guys need us to survive when you can't show a bit of basic decency.

Mr. Murphy: Again I'm sorry sir I didn't mean to come off so rude. Lieutenant: Whatever you fatty. I came here to talk about your taxes, they seem to not have been paid yet, why is that? Mr. Murphy: Well Sir we're kind of in the midst of something called famine right now. I'm not sure if you've noticed but all the crops this season have been wiped out as our potatoes perish before we can even cook or eat them. All the women are hungry and many children are eating grass to survive. How can I pay you taxes? Lieutenant: I'm sure you can make a way of judging that you're round as ever. Since you can eat the whole world away you can make a way to pay your taxes! It's just 2 bags of wheat - (the extra fresh kind) - I'm not even asking for much am I? Mr. Murphy: (somewhat annoyed) Well for you it doesn’t sound like much since you guys have been robbing us for generations. But for me, and the rest of Ireland, paying you would be akin to suicide as me and my family would starve without the little rations we have left. Why would I give you even a drop of my fares when you have enough to fill a lifetime, it makes no sense to me or any sane person. (sarcastically) Wouldn’t you be helping yourself by just burying us now rather than slowly sentencing us to death with this famish? Lieutenant: Sick thing! No one is raised right in this country, that's something I've been noticing so frequently. Show some decency you walking meat! Mr. Murphy: Who are you to talk about decency! Soldier: (hearing from a distance) Oh you sorry child. Lieutenant: What filth did you whisper under your breath? If you want to speak, speak so I can hear you! Did your parents raise a mouse? Mr. Murphy: They sure fecking did you ugly soul! Lieutenant: What madness has possessed you? Hath you escaped the ward you chronically insane mutt! I can’t believe this is the type of country I live in, filled with

men with mouths of wasteful pigs. Oh, don't you worry, you're gonna regret ever even speaking after I'm done with you! The Lieutenant with anger and unquenchable rage drew a thick, heavy stick from the neighbouring garden. The wood was scabby and itchy and looked as if it had been dragged from a malevolent and thorny forest; far too ghastly to be used to beat someone. Literunenat: Who is the damned one now? (hits) Your pagan sinner! (hits) Your mother should have never given birth to such a lousy glutton! (hits) - Worse than those saggy dogs (hits) Worse than those crude and oily mice (hits) You dirty disgrace of a human! (hits) Go and burn alongside the other peasants you daft fool! The dense stick which once seemed so sturdy and secure was now broken and scattered. The ends became pointy after the relentless and remorseless batter that the poor man incurred. Oh, It was only by heaven’s pity or the work of an angel that he survived such an ill fate. Soldier: (under his breath) Oh, no this is not good. (louder) Sir, it's enough! If you kill him the mob will not spare us this time around! Lieutenant: Didn't we skin them last time they tried that? Soldier: Yes but sir I'm telling you- Lieutenant: Don't tell me anything! Who are you to even speak or try and ‘help’ me? Did you not get deserted by your father and left to the streets by your hussy mother? That lewd whore must have taught you all the disrespect you're showing me because no good mother raises a child like you! If you even make just one inch of another one of your zany sounds I will beat you more black and blue than this Gaelic roach I just squashed. Soldier: I'm sorry sir, I didn’t mean for you to be fuming- Lieutenant: With that kind of mouth you did! Do you not even hear how stupid you are when you speak? Even for just one second? You sound mentally ill! I hope one day you’ll use that mind of yours for once; even if it's barely working. Soldier; Yes sir! I shall use it to its fullest!

Litetenant: You sure will you rotten fool. Soldier: Yes sir, I am a rotten fool! Lieutenant: Of course you are! Though it still seems you haven’t learnt from your old ways. You see, men must not have courage but be devoted to obedience, for this planet hates selfless bravery, individual confidence or might as obedience is what brings about loyalty, order and all that is good and princely. So with that you shall not dare to question or even go against me because in this world it ends badly! I have power and you do not; you mere imperial slave without the chains or shackles. Jolly well you may go on your way now. Soldier: Yes sir! Going, sir! Lieutenant: (smiles) Don't let Oscar hear of that attitude! Soldier: Yes sir! I will be on good behaviour Sir! (Walks away) Soldier: (from a distance) Is this Lieutenant fool mentally well? Or is he drunk? How dare he slander me as if I'm a grumpy kid! One day I shall set him a misery that his pompous will never escape, nor will he see the light of day! I shall kill him and lather his body in his own icky blood and feed him to dogs and every other feral animal. One day I shall set him to a fire that will make him scream for the whole world to hear until all that’s left is his cricketing bones and scorched flesh! One day I will make him scrub the grass like a destitute he is and beat him into a sad and sorry- Two bullets fired and hit the heavy head of the rambling soldier. Oscar Burton: (with dominance) You can't beat him when there's no more of you left, you treacherous thug.

CHAPTER 2 - Night befell on this accursed and sacred land, covering both those who worshipped light and those in servitude to darkness. The sun slowly trickled down as brightness faded away; abandoning its placid touch of kindness. In its place the moon arose in fury, agitated and aimlessly angry. It hissed at the friendly stars and howled slanders towards the dwindled sun. It was now night’s hour to creep and devour as it seized the plains in great force and uproar. This was the malaise of the Irish night. Connor: (regretfully) Pa, I can't say this again but I'm so sorry for what happened earlier, We should have gone outside and stopped those brutes from messing you up. James: Yeah, I also think I should apologize. Even though I'm older and more fit than Connor I just sat around like a scared pet inside that warm blanket. When I heard you jolt and squirm from the beatings I couldn’t do anything but sit there in fear. I'm really sorry Dad. Mrs. Murphy. Quiet boys! It's actually my fault. I hate to admit it but I'm the reason for their untimely visit. Even though we’d paid our taxes last month I may have taken some of the barley to make a meaty loaf of barmbrack. But you must understand, I was so hungry I thought I was gonna die! Connor: But Ma! But when I asked you said there was none! Mrs. Murphy: (with a smile) Oh dear there was plenty, just none for you! Connor: That’s no fair! Mrs. Murphy: (giggling) Maybe next time learn how to make your own. Connor: (giggling) If you taught me maybe I would?

Mrs. Murphy: (on the brink of laughter) I don’t teach clowns how to cook though! Mrs. Murphy and Connor both erupted into laughter as Mr. Murphy looked around downcast and injured. James: Quiet down guys! Can’t you see our dad is literally on the brink of breaking- Connor: Breaking the chair! Mrs. Murphy: (giggling) The poor stool isn't designed to carry his manly warship. Connor: Which is why we should get new chairs, Gee Ma, I've been thinking about getting us a new table for Christmas- James: (coldly) We won't need a table when Dad will be in the hospital. Mrs. Murphy: What hospital are you on about? I’m the best doc around! Connor (giggling): You never went to school Ma. The only thing you know how to do is eat. Mrs. Murphy: (surprised) I’m good at a lot of other things- James: (in an annoyed tone) Are you guys even listening? The point I'm trying to make is that we need to look after Dad! And Mom, aren't you even gonna ask what happened? Mrs. Murphy: (smiling) I'm sure he just slipped on some beer and is too afraid to admit it. Connor: (serious tone) No Ma, it's more than just some beer. Mrs. Murphy: (confused) Then what in tarnation could it be! James: A beating, or whatever you want to call it almost killed Dad. You think he just slipped on some beer and comes home looking like he fought a lion? No, those British cranks beat the living soul outta him. We’re lucky to even have him sitting at this table with us because of your silliness.

Mrs. Murphy: (regretful) Oh wow I thought you guys were kidding. We paid more than enough of our taxes. I just thought it was some rouge roadmen that messed up your Pa. Connor: Not in this case Ma, but I still want that barmbrack! James: Enough with the barmbrack Connor. Can you guys even think about how Dad- Mr. Murphy: (shakingly) Quiet. Hearing you guys fight is making me feel worse than I already am. Connor: No Pa don't be- Mr. Murphy: But I am! How can I just sit around and listen to you guys fight over me? I would just like to have a nice dinner with my loving family but you guys keep on arguing like the world is on fire! James: We wouldn't if Mother would just behave- Mr. Murphy- No! don't say anything about your mother. Please just respect your mom she's been through a lot too. James: (sarcastically) Like fooling around with our food in a famine? Oh, that's so unfortunate. Connor: Can you shut up James? It's not that hard to be nice once and a while. James: Oh but you couldn't shut up while those men were trying to kill us? Connor: That wasn't me, that was Ma’s fault! Mrs. Murphy: (mumbles) I have to admit it’s partly my fault, not my proudest moment. James: Oh whatever! You guys have no one to blame except yourselves! Connor: And those British cranks!

James: (supportively) For once in your life you have a point. Mom wouldn't have to steal any barley if we weren't eating spoiled food every single day like barn animals. I just wish they’d go screw off back to England and then they can go starve their own people like the monsters they are- Mr. Murphy: (loudly) Enough with the blaming! Why do you forget we all share a thing called humanity on this brief and passing Earth? Why do you ignore that all humans, either grievous or gentle both have eyes that see the same itching affliction, ears that hear the racking sound of all too familiar anguish and hands that possess power to both kill and create everything on this infernal planet. We bear the same whooshing blood running through our narrow veins, the same moist flesh hidden behind our pretty or parched skin and time that does not discriminate for any man or woman in this realm and yet we beg to differ. We both perpetrate and suffer from greed foisted from our own heinous desires and yet I hear you all blame and divide each other as if you’re not all guilty! Our hearts both feel affection and the ache of stiff rejection, our minds are vectors for both ambition and lethargy and yet we try to make distinctions between each and every single being. Why is that? The way we capitalise on minuscule discrepancies, the tone or shade of skin, the way the voice either rises or sinks when spoken seems enough to cause wars that won’t end till every soldier in combat, mobile or in reserves is placed in coffins - and I am sick of that! Some are born into affluence and riches, others into destitution and poverty but at our cores, we are no different. It’s merely a game of chance that we have no say in, therefore let us strive to change what comes after instead of fussing over what we life we were destined to live before we were even conceived. So as we all eat together on this sallow dinner, and rest through the dolorous night, let us not be deacons of hatred but saints in piety to light. James: (moved) You’re right Dad. Even though we see only our differences, and those qualities we detest and hate with all our hearts in others, truly we are just the same. Connor: Man! Even though I don't like those men I'll have to agree with you. Those wee fellas are just the same, born the same manner but later on stammered. James: (smiling) Did you come up with that on the spot? Connor: I sure did! I feel like Shakespeare now, wouldn't you agree?

Mr. Murphy: Oh you have a long way to go! (remembering something important) Oh! Connor? Do you mind following me somewhere private? Connor: No, No I don’t. Mr. Murphy: Alright then! Come with me then son. Connor followed his excited father as he took him to his bedroom to unravel something of immense value to their poor family. Mr Murphy: This is my father’s watch. This heirloom has been handed down for generations and I’d like to give it to you now Connor: (surprised) But Pa! What about James? Why not give it to him Mr. Murphy: I’d love to give it to him but I know you’d appreciate it far more. Go on, wear the watch my boy. And promise to pass it down to your son one day! Connor: (happily) I sure as hell will Pa! Connor put on the sacred watch happily as his father jovially looked at him wear it with pride; delighting him dearly. He was proud that his son would carry on his lineage and happy that he was ecstatic with his antique, ancient heirloom. They both made their way back to the table and all the Murphys laughed the night away giddily as families do. The night that was supposed to be borne of angst and turmoil had transformed into gladness by the careful care of family, turning tragedy content in this unforgetful and beautiful moment. Even with the sting left behind by distant and wandering souls of those unavenged spirits, there seemed to be something magical brewing that night. As the moon had forgone its aggression and humbly drawn himself down the sullen sky - for it was time for sun to rise once again on that temperate Sunday morning. - Connor: Ma, Pa It's Sunday! Hurry up and get out of bed.

James: Geez Connor pipe down, everyone already knows it's time already. Connor: (loudly) Sorry I'll quiet down - Right after I tell everyone it's time for mass! James: Oh, Connor! Can you not get on anyone's nerves once in a while? It seems like it's your gift. Connor: Oh I'm just like that. Hurry up and get dressed. I heard that they're giving out rations after we receive our bread. James: (rolling his eyes) At least there's food. Mr. Murphy: What's all this commotion kids? Isn't it Sunday morning why are you guys fighting! James: Your beloved son won't quiet for a few seconds. I'm trying to think about important things but Connor just keeps on yapping! Mr. Murphy: Oh Connor can you please not yap too much? I admire your love for talking but maybe you could put it into some better talents, like acting. They pay a lot in theatre- Connor: (frustrated) Why would I do theatre? Do I look like a jester to you? Besides, how do you know if I've been yapping or not when you always believe everything James says like he’s some sort of angel? Mr. Murphy: Oh Connor I didn't mean it that way. I was just suggesting what you could do with that voice of yours instead - Connor: Don't even finish! You're going to say something I don't even wanna do then pressure me into doing it. When I wanted to work on the farm you told me to rest inside because I’d spoil the crops. You never think I'm capable of anything except being a burden, don’t you Pa, don’t you! Mr. Murphy: (strongly) Young man don't speak to me like that! I have raised you and James just the same but you decided that you want to be the troubled child. You’re such a reckless tramp that I couldn’t even trust you with harvesting fecking potatoes, it's

embarrassing Connor. Maybe if you’d be a little more diligent you wouldn't be lousing around like a cripple! Connor: Feck you old man! Connor left the home in a rage, panting up and down the creaking wooden floors till he exited the home and lied down on the soft garden fauna. James: (in shock) Oh boy, this is such a holy morning isn't it? Mrs. Murphy: Why are you guys yelling! I'm trying to get some shut-eye but you guys can't shut up for even five fecking seconds. James: It's Connor again. Also, Mom enough of that shut-eye, they have rations at mass today and we need to go now or else they’re gonna run out like last week. Mrs. Murphy: Well why didn't you say this earlier sweetie, now we have to make a move on! Mr. Murphy: (laughing) What about your shut-eye hun? Mrs. Murphy: Oh some shut-eye can wait there's food at stake here! James: (jokingly) This is what famine does to people. Mrs. Murphy: It sure as hell does! Anyway, can you go find Connor? I don't wanna miss out on that savoury radish soup, it’s so mouthwatering and delicious that I’d kill to have it again! James: (joking) If he hasn't gone to New York by this time sure I’ll go fetch him. Mrs. Murphy: Wonderful! Have I told you just how tasty that meal is, it's really a kicker. I hear they have a chef there which is just like wow I can't actually believe that! I thought it only was back at that Buckingham Palace that they'd cook for free but I guess we Irish bunch are blessed to have such exquisite cuisine wouldn't you- James: Ok, I'm going to go find Connor now. Please don't do anything stupid before that.

Mrs. Murphy: (winking) I'll try but I can't promise you that. James departed from their comely home in his attempt to find his sulking brother. He quickly found him sobbing near a lime bush as Connor seemed contained to his pool of stark emotion. Connor: (angrily) Can you feck off already, can't you see I'm a little hurt here? James: (sarcastically) I'm kind of blind so I can't see that. Connor: (annoyed) If you're going to be even ruder than you already are then leave me be! Connor stood up infuriated, ready to swing his fists and about to leave when James desperately grabbed him by the arm consolingly. Connor: (violently) Why are you touching me, get your goody hands off me! James: Connor look, I'm sorry, Dad is sorry and Mom was just sleeping. I really didn't mean to get on your bad side this morning. I was just thinking of ways for us to get out of Ireland and was frustrated because all the ships were either disease-ridden or didn't have enough space for the four of us. I also heard recently that many people who got on these floating dungeons never saw their destinations. It's really scary but all I was trying to do was find a way to protect us, Mom and Dad- Connor: (a little brokenly) Who cares about Pa! For all I know they should have struck him a bit more! James: (taken aback) I mean, sure if you want to see it that way then you can, you’re free to be mad and I understand, but I’m telling you that we don't have a future in this country. Can you see how many people are starving while we barely get by? We’re the lucky ones but we won't be so lucky anymore if we just sit around and wait to be put down like we’re sickly old hounds. If we continue living in our homeland we won't have any home or history to speak of as we’ll all be dead! For now, let's just go to mass and enjoy the nice food, but I'm telling you the moment you can leave, leave! Mom would never leave Ireland and Dad is basically glued to her, but I'm telling you now, for your own sake and

safety you need to get out. If you don't get out, the devil will get in and at that point, this place will be beyond saving. These blokes don't care if we all starve or another potato blight comes in and kills us, they just want money and power. Connor please, don't close your ears, open them! Listen to me when I say there is no way out after winter, as food will be as rarer than gold and water will be a frozen luxury. Last winter we were alright cause we had a surplus but this one won't be anything like that since our barley supply is all but existent. We’re already in the midst of a food winter so you can't even imagine the devastation a real one will leave behind. So Connor please, just come out of the bush, let's pray then have some fun, drink some beer, eat some radish soup and then plan our escape to claim our future! Connor: Now you're making sense! Mate how about we do that mass? James: Yeah, but first we have to see Mom and Dad. They've been waiting for a while and I think Mom’s getting a little impatient. Connor: (smiling) Of course she is who wouldn't be impatient when there's free food! - (I for one would not want to miss out on that). James: (jokingly) I can see why. Anyways, enough of the flattery let's go! James and Connor with a smile on their faces hopped back merrily into the tight knight household, as they gayly swang upon the door and met their parents once again; forgetting all of the drama that occurred right inside this cosy family just a few faithful moments ago. Mr. Murphy: (jokingly) Are you done throwing your tantrum or should I get you some milk? Mrs. Murphy: (giggling): Oh we can’t give him any milk, the British will tax it! As the family bursted into wholesome laughter, they departed gleefully from their humble abode. As they inched nearer to the church, they composed themselves before the grandeur of the Galway Cathedral. A colossal beast of gothic architecture lathered with the antique and monolithic design of masterful genius. With arches so wide they seemed to petal for countless kingdoms and pinnacles that reached the thick troughs of heaven. With the stone embedded with patience and care so detailed you'd think it was the

scribbling of millions of diligent fingers. Even through the many centuries from which war and peril had begotten the Irish land, the cathedral did not wain in its puissance as it prominently stood above the wallowed waves of current British repression. - Priest: In the name of the Father, the Son and the Holy Spirit. Congregations: (loudly) Amen! Priest: The grace of our Lord Jesus Christ, and the love of God, and the communion of the Holy Spirit be with you all- A church service proceeded through pious and devoted worship. As they praised and brung their hands up in reverence and adoration, the Priest came to halt their sincere and holy words and began his strong, passionate sermon. Priest: In our previous reading, a kind fellow read about a passage which talks about love and compassion, respect, dignity and all those virtues that God hath granted you. Even in our famine where our stomachs are empty and our plates are filled with air, we’ve still come to this mass to worship. Instead of turning to hate we should love our brothers who persecute us and give pity to those who hath led us to destruction. Even as they declare the devil's decree over this holy land we must be deaf to their malice and strong to their approach. With their loud trumpets and show of power let us remind ourselves that we have power in God! No man shall lower us as long as we shall be faithful! And then on one fortunate day, we shall remove our chains of imperialism in the liberty of independence! Congregants: Amen! With their spirits high and feeling delighted they continued the magnificent mass. They cried out in bliss and kneeled in elation at the song of the organs and the drums. The mass ended with their bodies erect and heavy with the holy spirit as they left with calm and quiet. As they walked from the church to a niche building, everyone became less animated as they were about to devour a great feast in a somewhat complete silence. Mrs. Murphy: To be honest with you, I've been waiting for this food the whole mass.

Mr. Murphy: (quietly) Honey! You can't say that here, that'll make us look poor and desperate. Mrs. Murphy: (with a big voice) But we are poor and desperate, why should we try and hide it? Many eyes glanced towards their table with seemingly judging eyes, yet after an awkward few seconds, what eyes used to look condemning were merely curious and accepting stares of their fellow redeemed as they all felt like family in that cramped, airless commune. Connor: Oh Ma! You’re lucky these people here don't care if you say those things! Imagine saying that in the market, the vendors would really bother you. James: Yeah Mom. I know you’re excited to be eating radish soup after a few sour months but you can't be declaring your hunger as if it's the new tax code. Mrs. Murphy: (flustered) Oh, I was just trying to be a bit funny but I guess it was a little too much? Murphy family: (cohesively) You think so? Mrs. Murphy: (laughing) Oh boy, won't you guys let me off the hook already! I'm full enough and now I want to get some shut-eye again. James: You can get some shut-eye after we all finish our radish soup. Mrs. Murphy: (laughing) Oh fiddlesticks! Maybe I'll just nap here, the wood here is soft enough. As Mrs. Murphy fell into sweet slumber, the tough yet famished Murphy boys swallowed and sharply devoured the wrinkled radish soup. Even though the meal was not cooked to perfection, the slightly rancid soup was enough for them to regain the strength and eager endurance they had lost due to the famine’s wear on health. Their bones had now been aggrandized with stature and their flesh had finally fattened after being malnourished for countless hard and cumbersome months. With honour and happy

stomachs, they left the kenneled building and moved onwards toward the busy and bustling city market. Vendors: Come buy your wheat and grains it's half price today! The streets were filled with happy chatter and active spirits as many tawdry goods were bought and sold, just as many poets and dancers, musicians and actors entertained the young and old. The church from a distance rang its peaceful bell and all was soothed with its ease, as they refreshed themselves in the pleasant square with the soft blowing air flowing from the dandy deciduous trees tickling their skin. Mrs. Murphy: How much do you sell your barley? Vendor: 30 d a pound. Mrs. Murphy: So you’re the joking kind aren't yah? How much are you actually selling it? Vendor: (strongly) I said 30 d, take it or leave it. Mrs. Murphy: Are we on the same page here, I don't think it was 30 d last time- Vendor: (annoyed) No we’re not on the same page Lady. If you don't like these prices go find someone who will sell for less in this kind of famine- Mrs. Murphy: (snappy) I sure as hell will! But I just have to say that prices are absurd even for a famine, I mean how do you expect- Vendor: (loudly) Selling barely for 30 d! Discounts are available if you're early! A large stampede rushed to buy the costly 30 d barely before it untimely ran out. Mrs. Murphy: (incensed) You bloody fools! Don't you know you're getting scammed? Back in my days, they used to sell barely for only 10 d a pound and even when times got tough the highest it went was 15 d a pound! Are you guys trying to spend all your money when there's no jobs and no one to take care of you without one!

Buyer: (backhandedly) Oh keep on yapping without any barley you sad old lady. Mrs. Muprhy: (shocked) Oh my, I am no old lady! Buyer: It seems like you are because you aren't caught up with recent events eh? Mrs. Muprhy: (perplexed) I sure am caught up with recent events! Don’t you know my husband almost died because I hid food from those officers? Obviously an old woman like me would be too scared to mess with them! Buyer: (mockingly) How are you proud to say you almost killed your husband? Buyer: Yeah what’s wrong with you you geezer! Mrs. Murphy: (regretfully) Well, when you put it like that it sounds like I'm a selfish tramp. But I really only hid it because we had no more food left cause of the famine! I'm not proud of that but at least I'm caught up to date. With unrecoverable embarrassment and a flustered face, she left whilst angrily mumbling. Buyer: (laughing) She's one real piece of work, isn't she? Vendor: (smiling) Couldn't have said it better. – Connor: (inquisitively) How much are you selling those bracelets? Lady Clodagh: 50 d a bracelet. Connor: (shocked) Nonsense! What type of absurd prices are these? Lady Clodagh: Before I say it's famine prices and bore you out of buying, there's something magical about this jewellery. Connor: (sarcastically) Yea the prices are out of this world aren't they?

Lady Clodagh: Apart from that there is really something unearthly that these bracelets hold. Here, feel the energy flowing through the rubber and dry beads. Connor: I doubt that anything’s going to happen- The jewels started to glow with a strong and alluring aura. Connor: (astonished) What is this sorcery! How did you bring a glow out of that plain ol’ piece of rubber? Lady Clodagh: Well you see boy, I'm experienced in the way of magic. I know how to make even the gloomiest of things glow so bright that the sun seems like a fading shadow. (jokingly) Anyhow, would you like to buy this ol’ piece of rubber or not? I can't spell up my time, can I? Connor: (still shaken) I'm so sorry. I was just so moved by how you were able to – do that! Lady Clodagh: Oh it happens young chap. Sometimes I get called names like a witch so I don't mind it that much. Connor: (sarcastically) If I don't call you a name could you guess my fortune? Lady Clodagh: (enthusiastically) Yes! I'd love to actually I've been thinking of doing that for a while! Thanks for asking. Connor: Oh, Okay. Well, I’ve been wondering about my fate because of current circumstances. What would my life look like if I was to stay in Ireland with the rest of my country chap? Lady Clodagh: (wearingly) Well, I'd have to say things don't look so bright for you. I see you growing old and wrinkly without any bride or children. Connor: (worried) Well I have to say that doesn't sound the best. Could I get an insight into what I'd become if I was to leave?

Lady Clodagh: Oh yes it’s much better! You will lead a life of money and riches so immense you shall never taste hunger again. So affluent that the rough of the dirt will become foreign to you and the poor breath of the beaten street shall no longer share your air. Your heart may grow cold but surely your pain shall also, as you shall be like those glass-bearing aristocrats who pamper around, sip tea and drink heartily as if Earth isn’t crumbling! All men will sing praises to you that you will forget your humble origins, and if you dare not fall into that trap, the many multitudes of lovers you shall accumulate like pretty possessions shall make you reject Ireland completely! You will lead of thrill and adventure, with every need, dream, desire, and fleeting thought you even barely ponder on will be at your feet and direct disposal the moment you wish for it. But you shall meet a woman who is both brave and bold and makes your heart feel as if it's in pieces yet put together at the same time. Your eyes will only follow and be attracted to her yet this faux love will only make your life a lovesick disaster. Will all of these visions I see, I say you will be a king of your own choosing and that is my last I will say of this prophecy. Connor: (intrigued) Wow. This is really eye-opening. Are you sure this is something that I can see one day? Lady Clodagh: (energetically) Yes assuredly! If you do not see these amazing wonders, my tongue has vowed I’ll drop dead if you ever think of returning back to Ireland. Connor: (reassuringly) I really don't think you'd want to promise that, I sure do love Ireland! Lady Clodagh: You love Ireland now but is your heart really at ease here? Do you not question your pride for this fallen and remnant land; this place that is a shell of what former glory it used to be. I tell you that the men here shall never replenish fully from this disastrous famine that will span from this damned land even unto death when their bony souls shall starve and wail without peace and not perish! Connor: (shocked) That is a lot to take in. Anyways thanks for this I'm really grateful you took the time to talk to me- Lady Clodagh: Wait don’t go my child there is danger near! Connor: (dismissively) I'm sure there’s nothing too serious.

Lady Clodagh: (distressingly) Wait! Or sure death is waiting for you! Connor: (confused) But there's nothing there- Protestors: (chanting) Leave our country - Leave our land - You aren’t welcome here you foreign lads! Leave our homeland - you sinful men - give us back our home again- Oscar Burton: (loudly) Die you treasonous pigs! Waves and waves of bullets fired violently into the crowd. And like a saw pressing quickly into cloth, the rapid-fire massacred swaths of men peacefully protesting the harsh treatment of their people. Oscar: How dare you try and revolt against me and the Union Jack you blasphemous fiends! Die, all of you and sleep in your blood! In the climax of this hectic moment, Mr. Murphy was unfortunately struck and blood started to pour from his guiltless head. Connor, afraid peered towards his father half-slain and barely clinging onto this sorry life as he pleaded for help in all this monstrous chaos, yet he remained unanswered. His eyes flickered terribly before his young son as his body went into rapid shock and started shaking feverishly like a fish denied of water. And soon enough his life force departed and Connor could only watch in horror as his fathers' corpse lied in the middle of the crowd lifeless with a blank expression across his bloody face. Just when pain had slipped from momentary conscience and torment had ceased, blood was shed and splattered. Many mangled and pulseless corpses lied in puddles of their tears and unrealized dreams as death had overcome them in a massacre no one could’ve expected to happen. In that instant, families were dispersed and broken before they could even mourn for such an untimely tragedy. Crowds were tossed and bashed around like unherded sheep in the name of power and dominance as bullets gouged the joy out of the eyes of even the happiest men on that drab, poignant day. People jolted for dear life only to be slapped with unforgiving gunfire as the sky with all the sorrowful passings had darkened grey to mimic the dread felt by those frightened and alone souls in their very final hours. Connor, Mrs. Murphy and James all managed to flee the scene of destruction, yet lost and far from each other, they all arrived back home at vastly different hours.

CHAPTER 3 - Connor: (confused) Where is everyone? Why am I the only one here at a time like this? James arrived home strangely calm as if his father’s death had not rendered to his pretty eyes. He sat down poshly, almost transformed by this unexpected adversity. Connor: (emotionally) Oh my gosh! James, I’m so happy you came back in one piece. I would’ve never gotten over Pa if both of you died on the same day. James: (guilty tone) Yea, it’s really a miracle the both of us survived such horrors. I really never expected Dad to be gunned down on a church evening. Connor: (crying) I know, it's so unfortunate! I feel bad for calling him an old man and arguing with him this morning when in reality he was a sweet ol’ fella who ain't never did anything wrong to nobody unless they deserved it! James: (containing his tears): Exactly. I really miss the way he'd break up our fights and give us some wisdom in the process. Everyone needs someone like that in their life but now we don't got that person no more. He's gone. Connor: (weeping) This doesn't feel real. It's a nightmare I can't wake up from. James: (somberly) I feel you. Honestly, I just wish we stayed home today and ate some of that dry barley we had left over instead of being greedy and going to that feast. If we just waited a while - none of this would’ve happened. Connor: It's all our fault! It's our own sins, our greed that has caused this!

James: Don't blame yourself Connor. It's those British twats who gunned us down like animals who are to blame. If they just never came here and minded their own damn business things would be perfectly fine, but just because someone in the crowd wanted to show some disrespect they decided to slaughter us like pigs! They’re subhuman. Connor: Exactly. Before I didn't believe you when you said there's no more hope in Ireland, but now, I truly believe every word you’ve said about this country. There’s nothing good left here when everyone’s either dead or dying. We need to leave soon or else Ma might get caught up with bad people. James: (guiltily) Well about that, I might be staying here a while. An eerie feeling captured the room as Connor looked towards his brother a bit bewildered but worried nonetheless. Connor: (scared) What do you mean by that? James: (ashamed) As much as I hate myself and hate the people who I've joined, I'm now part of the British army. Connor: (enraged) Are you crazy? The same people that murdered Dad in cold blood are now your comrades? That's disgusting! James: (looking down) I know, it’s disgusting. But this is the only wonky way our family can avoid persecution and famine, I heard in some places- Connor: (heartbroken) Who cares what you heard, you joined those devils! James: (jokingly) They don't have horns or anything, how are they devils? Connor: (coldly) You’re pathetic. James: If I am then you should take a look at Mom, you'd certainly swallow your words after that. Connor: (angrily) Don't you dare say anything about Ma-

In the midst of their bicker, Mrs. Murphy entered the heated and nerving argument. Her dress was torn from waist to toe and her shorts were small and skimpy like that of a harlot. She wore a thick tint of red all over her lips, almost as if she was trying to appease carnal men. Connor: (shocked) What is this Ma? Mrs. Murphy: (shamefully) I - I - can explain Connor! Connor: (judgingly) No you can't! What are you both doing? Mrs. Murphy: If you’d just let me talk- Connor: No I can't let you talk, you come in here dressed as a whore and you expect me to listen! Mrs. Murphy: (frustrated) Oh damn it, I've had enough of all this shite! Yes I'm selling my body but that's the only way for a woman to survive these days. How about you wear a dress and go around like a sideshow trying to make a living for you and your family without a man! How can I just sit around here like a stone trapped in time, crumbling as people around me do better with the little they already have? This farm and you children come before my body or any sort of dignity a holy woman like me should have; that’s what your father would’ve wanted. (shakingly) Whether I’m sacred or defiled, I'm still the same woman that you've loved and will always love right? Connor: (coldly) I can't love you like this, Mother. Mrs. Murphy: (irritated) Then tell me what to fecking do! Do you have trees that grow money or kings to gift you cash? Do you know how else to get food when all the soil is dried and no one is selling at fair prices! It's impossible to be pretty and poor and not end up as a rich man's possession; that’s simply the playbook of life and this is the chapter we are born into. (hopelessly) If you won't accept me, go find a mother in America or any other country that has a future in it. Connor: (sorrowfully) I will Mother! I will. I really expected more from you guys. I thought we would be family forever but there is no family, just a bunch of traitors!

Connor looked at his lewd Mother, ashamed and disgusted at the woman he once looked up to so dearly with honour and due diligence. Then unto his scheming brother, who committed the worst sin of all, treason against his very own country. Betrayed, he hastily left the home, with no joy or family to look back to. All the good memories made in that tiny bungalow, that wholesome shack were no more as anything good had been shot up or twisted in that sickly squared market. The Ireland he once knew was gone and it had nothing more to offer. So with no more options left, he headed for the docks swarmed with large, industrial ships drifting to faraway lands, as the clouds poured needled and tipped rain down onto the hardened masses. Connor: (still in shock) What type of Sunday is this? All of this is unbelievable! I don't understand how just hours after Pa had died, Mother is seeing other men and my brother is helping to kill people. If I just ended my life right here, right now, it would be better, right? He intently contemplated an easy way out for a few seconds as his spirit felt rid of any solid reason to continue living and thus suffering in these haunted lands before remembering Mrs Clodagh's prophecy. Connor: I guess there's still hope for me. I should go to New York or a nice place in America where other Irishmen settle. (uplifted) Yea perfect! Americans love Irish men, especially tacky and useful ones like me! With a strangely uplifted spirit he voyaged towards the port over endless hours to boats headed for New York. Connor: Good’ day chap, where are your boats headed to New York at? Sailor: There's no more! The last few ones sank in the middle of the Atlantic or just went missing. Connor: (a little frightened) Is this usual? Sailor: (casually) Hell yeah! The only safe route nowadays is going to Brittan. As much as I hate those twats, they have some amazing boats, unlike these leaky planks that sink as soon they hit a smile tide.

Connor (a bit afraid): Ok - But if I wanted to go to America, when would the next ship arrive? Sailor: Oh by next month, if it hasn't sunk by then! Connor: But I don't have until next month! Sailor: (sarcastically) Then you better get on this one to London, it's leaving in a few minutes! Connor thought about it for a second, wondering whether or not he should give into London. Being a strong and insular city it made sense but felt as if he was being complacent to his beloved father’s tragedy. But with limited choices at hand, he decided hesitantly to take himself to London. Connor: I'd take a boat to London. How much would it be? Sailor: 50,000 d. Connor: Can I get a discount? Sailor: (sternly) We don't do discounts here on the open seas. You're either paying in full or I'm getting my boys to remove you from here. Connor with the inching dread of death looming over his head dashed for the boat unanchoring itself from the coast. Sailor: Hey get back here you damned scallywag! (to himself) I should’ve never trusted scum like you. Connor, by a faithful stroke of luck narrowly made it on a boat sailing towards the kingdom of Brittania, a nation that stood triumphant and unphased by the mayhem ravaging Spain and the estranged French who had just experienced revolution. As the boat serenely left, a feeling of relief befell upon the passengers, as all their prior worries and problems seemed to depart with the family and friends who remained on the small , wallowed Irish coat. Soon the sea would simmer with glittery silver moonlight as all walks of men danced and drank with their newfound freedom.

ACT 2: DROWNING IN DEMISE CHAPTER 1 - Ah, the large and booming Victorian city of London. The home to which a great empire overlooked this large and busy world. Stretching as far as the soaring peaks of sweltering India to the broiling jungles of Ghana; all from a single, sedentary, jewelled throne. A city home to structures built like looming towers rising as high as pigeons and wide walls so pronounced with fine and intricate detail that they beated paintings for their craftship. A city filled with so many cosmopolitan men and women doing all in a sophisticated manner, who bent their bones in hustle through the sunbaked day into the sparkle and glam of buzzing night. The high streets so seeded with foolish amounts of affluent goods and lavishness that you could only assume kings could live in these opulent quarters. In the horizon, freight and nimble trains zoomed electrically over all the huge avenues and endless corridors the streets had to offer. Ample amounts of industry lined the tough and hefty soil easefully, like ducks on buoyant water as they carefully shaped logs and lumber into goods that would find their way to all the Earth’s nations. Many born to the irk of poverty from all places and ages flocked to London to be blessed with all the opportunities and stability the grand city had to offer; being raised from the cruel dominion of the volatile farmlands to urban prosperity with immense speed and

magnitude. The many chimneys sighed life into the bustle of the waving sky; rife with the smell of ambition. Drama and theatre captured the fondness of the Enlightenment with the accelerated pace of industrial prowess. Lovers liaised on the banks of the Thames and other great rivers, spurring up love from mindful infatuation. Tall ships and convoys glided through the placid rivers, bringing men from all kinds of exotic and exciting places from all parts of the ever-shrinking globe. Swerving through the city felt like an adventure, an intriguing challenge as tourists crossed through the tucked shops hidden in mazed alleys and puzzling bureaus. In the heart of the city, many libraries and imposing buildings greeted the posh and powerful as they straddled along the streets with their refined, blase wigs and mouth-dropping dresses. London would not be complete without the regal Queen Victoria herself who adored and loved her people dearly. As night emerged, many gathered around boisterous shops and pubs to have a fest and wind down from the stark speed of a city that never seemed to sleep. Horses and lank carriages brang blacked-out drunkards and those young in life to exhilarating places all across this daunting metropolis. Even with this nerving feeling of urgency, many small homes tinkered with autonomous minds and inventions that would go on to revolutionize the modernizing planet. Yet strict hierarchy still remained the unfringed law of the land, no matter all the mobility and hopeful aspirations. The poor were cast to the opulent’s shadow as they worked shallowly like slaves under permanent captivity. Danger lurked about like a vicious wolf in night's blindness as many men hid to thug and ravish those who were already impoverished. The toxic air was clogged with so many putrid fumes that throats collapsed after years of jarring suffering. The noveux riche made puppets out of keen workers, working them till their hands can no longer craft the barest creations. Those lean buildings remained emptied for remote owners, as the poor were packed into bricked-kenneled ghettos that regularly crumbled with the lightest of rainfall. The rare, scaly trees only made the concrete chasm of city look more starved and sinister than the effortlessly charming nature surrounding the periphery. Prudish, modal standards

constricted people into ideal forms of expressionless repression and pestilence did not adhere to that pedantry as it scorned the populous and massacred communities with merciless order. You see, this city, the jewel of the British empire was no more woe’d than the disgraced nations its many conquests had swallowed - which by force were made to join them in their ‘civilised’ impunity. London was not a land of wonders, it was a hellish dungeon which destroyed vigour and tangible opportunity. But as the sun sprang up again and the tides had calmed, Connor made his leave from the wishful and auspicious ship. Not wasting a minute after hearing the sound of the cloaked clock tick. As they docked and anchored onto the flat and widened port, all the city had to offer lied before the passenger's young and puny eyes. Connor felt as if he had stumbled unto wonders that only vivid words and rose-tinted dreams could ever capture, as the stunning spectacle of a city revealed itself to the poor country boy. As he finally made his way out of the port, a strange feeling of promise and positive destiny rekindled in his broken and betrayed heart as the city called adventure onto him. - Connor: (baffled) Wow, London really is more beautiful than I could ever imagine! Liam: (welcomingly) Hello there mate! You new here? Liam, another young and hopeful ferry boy greeted him from a distance with a caring smile and pear-shaped, blissful eyes. His reddish hair and soulful energy made him a target people simply couldn’t take their eyes off. Yet the deepness in his character and his euphoric personality hid his troubling past trauma and perished family that still bereaved him terribly. Though he forgot all of that pain for a moment as he made his way to a perplexed Connor in a bid to salvage a friendship. Connor: Yeah I am! How did you know? Liam: Well, I remember my first time here in London. I was all happy-eyed like you and everything was just amazing. I felt as if I was living the life just walking through these streets. It's truly a great feeling!

Connor: Yeah, it really is! I love this city already. Liam: That’s damn good to know! Hey, if you need any company for your first time here I’d be happy to help you mate. Connor: (delighted) Really? That would be amazing! Thank you. Liam: No problem man! Honestly, I wish I had someone to look after me when I first got here. I wouldn't be as confused as I am now if I did! Connor: Well lucky for you I can help! Liam: (chuckling) What would you help me with? You’re new around here Connor. Connor: (laughing) I’d just be glad to help! C’mon let's get a move or else you'll get too overwhelmed. Liam: (laughing) Yes master! The amicable boys made a scurry away from the open and gorgeous port. Connor gazed around impressed by the delicate and attractive city glaring brightly before his unsettled eyes, more beautiful than a warm, vibrant sunset or the sun’s mandarin rise in the early morning. Already infatuated with London, Connor walked with Liam, barely able to compose himself due to the utter magnificence of the place. Connor: (walking through the streets) Oh Liam, how was your first day here in London? Did it feel a little too quick for you? Liam: (energetically) Well yeah, of course it did! You know back in Ireland everything is so much slower and pretty calm. Everyone was just tryna enjoy themselves because the British wouldn't let us but now I know why! Connor: (laughing) Me too! Liam: Hey, why did you leave Ireland - I was also just wondering?

Connor: Well the famine was quite a shocker and I just couldn’t do it anymore. My mom became a toy for rich men to enjoy themselves and my brother was just helping them play with her when he joined that crude, godless army. Liam: (shocked) Oh I'm so sorry! I didn't think it was that bad. Y’know, I actually left Ireland before the famine had settled in, but because my family all wanted to stay put for some strange reason I had to come back every few months just to visit them. It was seriously rough. Connor: (reassuringly)Yeah I can see why. Well, I can be just like family so no need to worry! Liam: (forced smile) Yeah, I’d really enjoy that. Connor: (jokingly) Me too brother! Do you happen to have a bit of cash for some bread? I'm starving! Liam: I sure do - let's go get it! As Connor and Liam both smiled and chuckled, they entered a neatly tucked cafe in one of the many fantastic bureaus of industrial London. The place smelled of pleasant pastries with their sugary scents running around like children on happy grass. The seats were long and woody, made of fine oak that the common Irishmen would have had to labour for decades for to even behold those items with their trampled-on, poverty-stricken eyes. Connor and Liam made their way into the shop as the door slammed wide open and the bells rang to greet them. Shopkeeper: Welcome young chaps! What would you like to order? Connor: (in a thick Irish accent) Can I have some of your bread sir, I'm really famished! Shopkeeper: (distressed) Depart you Irish vermin! The last of your kind carried my whole shop away without paying a dime for anything! Go, Get out, Get out! Connor: (confused) What? I'm not like them, why do you see me as a threat?

Shopkeeper: (angrily) Because all you men are the same! You heartless goon, get out before I get my dogs to lesson you! Connor: (annoyed) Okay. I didn’t like your bread anyway! Connor left the store angry and quite hurt from the unsolicited hatred towards his race. He felt as if he wasn’t loved in a city made up of romantics and phoney philanderers who adored the city more than its creators did. Liam, a little taken aback hastily purchased bread for Connor as he pitied the young fellow massively. Dreams of the thrilled boy he used to be coming to the big city just to be crushed by the brutal reality made him reminisce and take more solace in Connor; bringing the two closer together. Liam: Hey Connor, you don’t have to feel bad about yourself. Nothing he said was true. Connor: (sobbing) I know, I know! That's why it hurts so much! Liam: (consolingly) It’s ok bud I understand you on a spiritual level. I used to be in your position when I was younger and now I’ve just grown to deal with it. But if this cheers you up, why don’t you eat some of this delicious bread? This one’s extra sugary! Connor: (smiling) I don’t know what I’d do without you man! Where is it? Liam: (smiling) Come catch me and you’ll find out. Connor: Dang, I’m just not built for this. Connor chased Liam tirelessly as he sprinted as far as his athletic legs would take him. Eventually though, Connor caught up and they both feasted on the fat, fluffy bread laid before them. The crumbs dribbled from their jovial faces as they looked around the city ever more delighted with its appeal. Connor spotted a sign in the distance and got up the black, bricky sidewalk to inquisitively point out the sign to Liam, who unbeknownst to him was in desperate need of money. Connor: Liam, look it's a job vacancy! Liam: (shocked) No way! I thought all of those were taken already.

Connor: (delighted) Well not anymore! Look there's a position just for us! They want young men who are fresh outta the country. Liam: Oh, wow that's great! I really thought there weren't any more jobs left for chaps like us. Thank you Connor, you’ve been such a help lately. Connor: (jokingly) Well I can't just come here and louse around can I? Liam: (jokingly) If you did I’d have to send you back to Ireland. Connor: (sarcastically) Oh no, anywhere but famine land. Liam: (laughing) Oh, I'll give you a reason to go back to famine if you don’t come here! Liam wrapped his huge arm around his shoulder and rubbed Connor’s soft hair like a dear friend in playful antics. Connor stood there amused but also upset inside, as his fun nature reminded him of his mother who he had left alone to face the vices of an unstable nation. Concealing his sadness, he played along with the fun and games till they could catch a bus towards the large and ticking factory. The smoke steadily emerging from the factory looked as if a sea of fog was rising from many gaping chimneys as the complex perplexed Connor out of his small and rural mind. He had never seen something so colossal and impressive - as even the local cathedral imposed on him greatly with every visit. He tried to conduct himself with a serious face to conceal his amazement at such a fascinating industrial complex. As they disembarked, they entered with their minds fixed on landing some form of employment in a dangerous, disease-ridden city. Connor: (amazed) Hey, this place is amazing isn't it! Liam: (unpleased) Yeah it really is. Just a little bit smokey in here wouldn't you agree? Connor: Nope! It smells like a big ol’ furnace, just the way I like it. Liam: Oh boy, you have a lot to learn if you wanna live around these parts! Anyway, I'm gonna go see where we get our interviews. You stay right here, all right? Connor: Yep! Just don't leave me please!

Liam: (jokingly) I sure as hell will. Just don't wander anywhere or make eye contact with those aggressive fellows. They’re the radicals. Connor: Yikes! I don't want anything to do with them. I’d rather go bake myself in Galway. Liam: (serious tone) Sure you would. Now stay put, ok? Connor: All right, go find us some jobs pal! Connor stayed put as the obedient boy he was; just as ordered. Liam made his way to the counter to see if this promise of employment could really be fulfilled when flows of cheap, able-bodied migrants made landing a fine job so difficult for the common, working-class man. As Connor minded his own meek business, a man looked aggressively towards him. The man appeared to be cold and detached from the reality around him, suffering gravely under those void and pitless eyes, but still made a man afraid with even a simple, penal stare. Connor, with a little fear down his thin and narrow throat drank his spit and proceeded to peer away from the line of sight of the quiet yet furious-looking man. His eyes did not even dare to venture in his gaze’s direction as he readied his feet to flee. Yet in the nick of time, Liam came to save him like a knight in shining armour. Liam: Connor! I told you not to look at those men, why didn't you listen to me? Connor: (frightened): I didn't! I promise he was just staring me down for no reason. Liam: Gosh Connor. Next time try to be safer, okay? I don't want to lose you like my family. Connor: (curiously) Oh what happened to them? Liam: (dismissively) Nothing you need to know of - Connor: But I’d really like to know about them, especially your mother, the kind woman who raised such a polite gentleman-

Liam: (sternly) Drop it now please! (a little calmed down) Just focus on your job, you don't need to know about my family; it's a private matter. Connor: (timidly) Ok I won't ask again. Sorry about poking my nose in matters that aren't mine. Liam: (calmer) It's fine Connor. Just don't ask about that again, it brings back bad memories. Connor: What bad memories- Liam gave him a disdained glare that told him enough to stop with his questions. From that single look, he knew he didn’t want to cross that boundary he was so eagerly trying to do. And with that, he left the matter; still curious about his family. Connor: All right Liam, how about we do that interview ey? Liam: Sure thing. Connor and Liam, though a bit tense after their slight altercation made their way to the big and crowded interview room. It was cloudy due to all the smoke and powder being scattered around the place as desperate workers laboured till not a speck of product was unused. The place seemed absolutely massive, with a large black roof covering the building like a hazy thundercloud pouring heavily on a dreary evening. The air was stale yet littered with the foul odours of sweating, exhausted workers. The space itself appeared conserved and verily antique as the walls were sturdy and seemed to arch softly and romanticly; only curving to follow the meticulous, gothic pattern laid out by its genius designer. The rug was a dark, wine red which flew from one corner of the hall to another as if it was a river threading through a wet estuary, truly a work of art. After a bit of a tussle, they made their way into a line and waited to be called on by one of the interviewers. As the line slowly shortened, they finally reached the front as they prepared themselves for his questions. Interviewer: Hello, I’m guessing you guys are here for the assembly line positions, am I correct? Liam: Yes you are Sir. My name is Liam and this is my brother Connor.

Connor: (confused) Who’s brother - Liam: (kicking Connor) He’s a little bit of a confused child, but a great worker. He has a lot of passion for work, doesn't he? Liam: (whispering to Connor) Hey don't say anything okay? You don't wanna ruin our chances here do yah? Connor: (whispering) Ok, Ok I won't say anything as long as it's not completely blabber. Interviewer: (put off) Oh you guys are done. Anyways, what qualities do you and Connor possess, Mr. Liam? Liam: Well, We have experience in previous factories in Manchester. But I personally learnt some insider secrets about your competitors at Donners. (winking) After working there for a while I found out some tricks that could potentially help you guys win your little business battle. Interviewer (sceptical): Oh, like what type of secrets? Liam: Well I heard that they use chiefly iron and some of that cheap, sturdy German steel to make their masonry kits extra strong! Interviewer (surprised): Oh my! I thought they were just rumours! You guys are perfect for the job, when can I sign you guys up? Liam: Today! We are willing to work any hours, just as we did in Manchester. Interview: (elated) You sure did do a good job there. Welcome to Landford Incorporated. Liam: Thank you, we appreciate it very much! Interviewer: (brightly smiling) You’re so very welcome! The assembly line’s at the back. You can start work tomorrow Liam: Thank you so much for the job Sir!

Interviewer: I should be thanking you! We needed some brilliant minds like you in our factory, wouldn't you say? Liam: (smiling) Of course, the pleasure’s all ours. Interview: It sure is! Have a pleasant day! Liam: (slowly looking away) Yea we will! Connor and Liam walked away from the interviewer jumping for joy as he cheerfully dialled up his boss with vital intel to get him a promotion and a sweet bonus. As they strolled by in bliss and having received the job they left the factory with the angry man looking enviously at them. They ventured out into the greater city to enjoy the hustle and bustle of the town that still baffled young Connor coming from a small and nucleated farm hamlet. Connor: (looking around in awe) I still can't get over London. It’s such a beautiful city Liam: Well you haven't seen nothing yet! Connor: (laughing) There’s more? But I’ve seen enough already! (more seriously) Thank you though for getting me the job, I really didn't think I'd get a job like this on my first day here in London, the big city! Liam: Yea, well miracles are just random blessings aren't they? Your just a lucky mate. Connor: A very lucky one indeed! This is so amazing I can't thank you enough Liam. Liam: (smiling) Oh, thank me later, let's go adventure a bit more! Connor: On that!

CHAPTER 2 - Connor and Liam both adventured through the motored, ginger city. It felt as if all the ideas and life such a place brought could never be vanquished as the city seemed to roll and roll over endless asphalt hills. It stretched for what Connor felt like millions of little kingdoms all squished up into a muddled yet magical concrete, contingent, mess. Connor imagined himself on top of that eventful world built on exuberance and promise. The boys studded around like mindless tourists, looking at upscale shops through their glossy glass windows with goods their small, simple wallets could never afford. So instead, they opted to splurge on worn-out, ragged clothes that couldn’t even fit their strong bodies Even in that somewhat morose moment, all seemed to sparkle to Connor as if little puffs of bliss had dressed onto his domestic eyes. They wandered across the tiny streets and snaking alleys until their hearts contents were exhausted; burnt out from all the mystique exploration they had delved into. As they fell down tiredly onto the hot pavement, the milky sun retired and the moon sprang out dynamically for the action-packed and eventful night that was to come. With renewed energy, the pair made their way to the local pub filled with fellow rilling Irish lads; with prices more fitted for their disempowered and penniless pockets. They all joined together in the main bar hall as plenty of Gaelic souls for once could rejoice instead of mourning and laugh instead of lounging around languished. Even in their enemy's territory, the ones who had driven them to leave the country they loved so dearly, they still enjoyed themselves as they took control of that deficient quarter of London. Connor grabbed a drink as the night laid out itself to be moulded by the sea of events to come. Connor: (surprised) Woah, this beer is deathly! What's this called? Bartender: That's called whiskey, don't you guys have that in Ireland? Connor: We do but it's not as good as this stuff. It's absolutely amazing! Liam: Connor shush, the show’s about to start.

Connor: (confused) Which show- Introducer: Thank you everyone for the long wait. Now, please welcome Lady B! Connor, quite smashed, looked up towards the stage a little out of pace and bemused as the curtains fell down to address a walking beauty. A girl stepped out on stage crisp with allure and eyeful affection. Her eyes were a wild green temptation, entrapping as she leaned forward to make an intimate stare. Her lips were pink and glossy like candy off a sweet lollipop; so soft and tender men forced themselves to be submissive to her seductive suggestions. Her hair puffed around like creamy stars dipped into a strong cinnamon coat as the timid breeze brushed her hair back to reveal her glittering face. Her neck was plump and juicy and her chest popped out as she posed on the polished pole with her goods in blatantly clear view. Her skirt was short and scanty and looked like the wear of a young adventurous temptress; always down and ready to try every obscene and forsaken deed the heart desired. Her luscious legs clapped around in an arousing manner every time she’d walk around or bend down to brush her thighs sensually with her luring, lustful fingers. Men's gazes were immediately hooked to her like a desperate beggar to a sack of cash as their eyes traveled in every direction her curves and round body shifted. As the lights glow hardened to reveal her in all her perfection, a voice of an angel rang from the mouth of this naughty but dreamy rebel. Lady B: I’ve been feeling so sexy lately But I really need a man to feel free I wanna be - a real bad-baddie But no one’s around to love me So why don’t you come make me happy And then you’ll have something to see! Everyone was stunned at such a gorgeous and vibrant voice echoing from her petite yet roaring lips. Men became deeply entangled in the lyrics as her salacious and sluttish behavior did not go unnoticed by their peeping eyes. The swing choir in the background picked up the tempo as the song climaxed into a strong, bouncing melody.

(enticingly) Shall I just pose for you and watch you from a distance; Looking cute and innocent but so tasty and delicious Or - shall I be a toy for you and used up like an object? Screaming like a little girl when you hold me like a hostage Lay me down like a sorry dog and thrush me in the back Rub and oil me up so nice like meat inside a - butcher’s - sack Then feel me up and down and you shall smile with sensuous ease And never again shall you ever think of being unpleased with me! The mood became slower but more intense and she looked into the audience smacking her lips luringly and lasciviously whilst fumbling her tight tights around like a tart in a back-alley. Travel down my chest and panties- Groaning as I bite on your lips I can do all you want, my Daddy Teasing you gently with my hips - So just some wad of money (winking) I’ll treat you to some of my tricks. The Lady made a compelling and powerful stance as she finished her last, luring line. The crowd still fazed by her beauty quickly erupted in cheering as many men called out to her in profane yet expected manners. She simply put on a smile as the curtains fell and the swing band slowly lowered their upbeat funk. The lights dimmed as the glamour of the stage gradually faded away. Yet Connor, who was still in shock by such a magnificent display of beauty seemed to have been spelt by the work of this flowerful faery; falling under her trick of seduction. His mystical world came to an abrupt halt only when his loyal friend, Liam, woke him up to the dull and dismal pub; so glum without Lady B’s bright energy. But even with his unwaning love for her, he felt outclassed by such an astral woman - a world away from her seldom belle. Dejectedly, Connor grabbed a few drinks to fill the void of being without her as he walked the path of the tragic romantic.

Liam: Hey, Connor why are you acting so strange? Connor: (saddened) Well, I'm not trying to, I just can't stop thinking about that amazing girl dancing up on that stage. I've never seen someone sing with such skills and passion and I just can't stop thinking about her! She is everything I want and need in my life and it saddens me to know I’ll never have her. Liam (laughing): Well you won't ever have her that's for sure! But you have to understand that there's more fish in the ocean. There's so many other fantastic women out there that will please you just as much as that tease dancing up on the stage. Besides, even if you were with her, I bet she’d just fool around with other men judging by the way she dresses. She’d be a real piece of work to make wife material! Connor (more upset): No, you don't understand! She’s someone I could see myself getting comfortable with and starting a family with. Sleeping and praying with, being with until my very last breath! I'm feeling a true and zealous love, something you don’t seem to understand. But believe me when I say there's a spark between us and I wanna test the waters to see if this spark means something! Liam: (laughing) Connor, you’re delusional! She won't take any man. And even if she did, she definitely wouldn't take you! Connor: (annoyed) So I'm not good enough for any girl aren't I? Liam: (a little more serious) No? Connor, I didn't mean it like that. I’m just saying that girl seems like a lot of trouble and a real hassle to even get down with- Connor: You're a fecking hassle to be around. Now if you excuse me I have a find that girl “I'm not good enough for”. Liam: Connor wait I’m sorry - Connor stormed up a little mad and very moody. His eyes looked sullen but also furious due to the gutwrenching fact he’d almost never be able to be with the woman he truly loved; even if she was just a sexualized commodity dancing on stage for cash and not in the slightest for the game of love. No matter what the other men said, he was convinced she was the woman for him; someone who’d truly understand and be intimate with him

when he was young and delinquent, but also in his older, more fragile years, nurturing him wholly. She’d be the company his family neglected him of; the missing piece to his heart left void from the emptiness left by his father's untimely demise. And thus with the little remaining hope he had left to secure the woman of his wildest dreams, he went out searching for this leering princess in order to secure his deranged fantasy. Connor: Excuse me, do you know where the woman on stage is at the moment? Drunkard (drunk) Are you her brother mate? Connor: No but I was just wondering- Drunkard: Aye then you don't got a fecking chance with her! Better go cry your little wee fella eyes out now before she breaks your heart into more pieces. Connor: (displeased) Yea thank you for this amazing advice! Drunkard: (foolishly) No problem mate! If you don't mind, could you get me a little bit of that acid port it's really trillin me ay- Connor: (angry) You can get it yourself, you squiffy bastard! Drunkard: (aggressively) Ay! What did you call me you little peach boy? I'll just whoop you black and blue and then you'll see what I can do! Connor: (daringly) Oh, well bring it on then if you feel you can beat me with those noodle arms! Drunkard: Poor boy. This little lude lady won't want you no more when she sees what I'll do to you. The drunkard swung his fist towards him in a fit of rage, with a murderous zeal to fight. Somehow, by a faint whisker it missed his scarless face but that alone made Connor angrier than he already was. In the flick of the moment, a devil seemed to ignite in him as he lashed right back at him, decorating his body with so many punches and kicks that his face became swollen like a ripe mango. The injuries sustained were so substantial that the man screamed childishly like he was being attacked by a pack of vicious wolves as he

was hit and hit terribly without pardon or mercy. Connor, snapping back to his senses was astonished and also scared for himself as he saw the damage he had inflicted on that sorry man, drowning him with dire guilt. In remorse, he left reluctantly, even with Liam trailing closely behind him. Connor: (to himself in distress) What have I done! I'm such a terrible fella, how could I let my emotions get to me like this? I thought I vowed I would never use my hands for something as silly as a pub brawl, why am I so violent? Connor was about to leave the pub that not only eroded his chances with the girl of his dreams, but also drained the little savings he had left, crushing him entirely. He got on his knees almost weeping at the grim state he was in, until the lady of his greatest imagination stepped out right in front of him. Lady B: I heard you fought for me back there, that's quite nice of you. She covered her face flirtishly as she laughed with a feminine giggle in an attempt to cheer Connor up. Connor: (blushing) Yea I did - The old man back there was disrespecting you and I just couldn't have that y’know. What's your name by the way? Lady B: The name’s Bridgette pretty boy. I knew a big and strong boy like you wouldn’t have that, wouldn’t you? Her eyes slowly travelled down from his head to his pants as she examined his package. Connor became still and unapprehensive as she scouted his body like it was an exhibit. Bridgette: (winking) Hey, would you mind following me to the back, I have a surprise for you. Connor: (reluctant) I don't know. I'm not really down for this type of stuff- Bridgette: Oh don't worry about anything! Just follow me back there and you can feel me up and down like a little snack. I've been saving myself for some hunky man like you.

Connor being tenderly seduced followed her like a rabbit beguiled by a carrot. He was so entrapped in her beauty that he blindly forgot the world around him as the area became darker and darker. Slowly, in what felt like eternal seconds, they made their way to the back of the stage as Connor became very tense. Not because he was going to make love to the woman of his dreams, but also because his conscience had spoken deeply against this type of behaviour. Regardless of the spiritual repercussions, he put her arms on her as they began the scene of sin. Bridgette: Oh don't be a prude, go all in my little darling. Connor: (moving his hands) Is this deep enough for you? Bridgette: Oh - No - No! (winking) Here let me do it. She moved his hands to a more sensitive and sensual area of her body, even as she felt slightly irritated by his lack of eagerness. Though Connor found this whole predicament to be very invasive yet thrilling as he had never felt a woman in this manner before. Bridgette: (seductive voice) Don't be shy. Undress me my honey boy. I want you to brush every part of me! Connor: (reluctantly) If - you say so. He unbuttoned her shirt as her hand-weaved clothing fell straight down and her goods lied right before him and his darty fingers. Even though he was greatly aroused by her forwardness, he knew he couldn’t proceed any further. Connor: (firmly) I can’t do this. This is all too much for me. Bridgette: Oh golly, what do you mean you can't get yourself to do this? You have a pretty girl like me just wanting to be felt up and down and you don't want any of this! Connor: It's not like I don’t - But I’m just waiting for the right time if y’know. What I mean - Bridgette: No, I don't know what you mean at all! Men like you are so lame - I don't even know why I brought you back here in the first place!

Bridgette, seriously annoyed walked away in frustration, leaving Connor alone to deal with the humiliation and guilt he had constructed for his dream girl. Was it wrong for him to lead a succubus of a huss into such a devious place to then be disappointed? Was it right for him to reject the advances of an unhinged sexual demon? As Bridgette walked away, every step she took away from him felt like she was walking through a broad and gaping ocean; slowly toeing away from him like a turtle leaving a small golden beach. Although down-stricken, he pushed forward through the night as he wanted to retain the joy of finding a job in a city that rarely offered any for his kind. Liam entered somewhat ominously as he popped out from the curtains in oblivion. Liam: (worried) Finally, I found you! What’s up with you man, is everything all right? Connor: (reserved): Everything’s fine. I just got into a little bit of a fight and got a few scratches here and there but nothing too serious. Liam: Are you sure that's all that happened? I heard you went back here with that lady - Connor: (annoyed) It's enough ok! We don't have to talk about that. Liam: Did you get stood up or were you just not big enough - Connor: (holding in laughter) If you say one more word and you’re dead. Liam: (cunningly) One more word. Connor: (laughing) You silly boy, You don't fear death do you? Liam: (jokingly) No, I don't really. The only things I fear in this world are men with money or girls with beauty. They’re the most valuable things in this world! Connor: (sarcastically) Oh, sure they are! If they are then how come I'm not on the top of the planet - cause I’m a pretty handsome fella! Liam: (rolling his eyes) In your dreams. On another note, it’s really hard for someone to make a way for themselves in this world without coming from a good background beforehand. Your life’s already destined before it even starts, kinda unfair, isn't it?