Uhm yeah i'm bored...
What do you guys think of this, it's sort of the beginnings of chapter one of a story i'm writing really just to vent my bleck-ness if y'all like i might be a cool kid and make a writing lj like so many others have...
CHAPTER 1
The breeze swept across the oat field, blowing the sweet scent of heather towards him. Padraíg didn’t have time to enjoy it though; there was work that needed doing. The fields needed tending, the cows and goats milking, the chickens feeding and it was late, nine o’clock already! Padraíg O’Malley had lived in the Burren [1] all of his twelve years, the past four of which he spent running his family’s farm. Padraíg’s father, Eamon, died when he plummeted nearly two hundred meters into the Atlantic Ocean from the Cliffs of Moher. This left little Paddy, an only child, to be the man of the house.
Some say that Eamon O’Malley had committed suicide; the farm had been close to bankruptcy and he could barely keep enough food on the table to feed his wife and growing son. Others speculate Eamon was in bed with the local Englishmen and the IRA found out, either way it doesn’t matter much now, he’s dead.
[1] The Burren is “the rocky place” located in Co. Clare Ireland, mostly referring to the area northwest of the Shannon River.