A Stitch in Time Short Story Collection is available on Amazon.
Caroline is working on the edits of her second short story collection, The House of Water.
For the winter months she is holed up in a cottage at the foothills of the moutains penning a novel entitled Which Craft?
Her young adult and crossover fiction will soon be published by Bloomsbury in early 2014.
She had written to young adult novels, Blood Entwines and The Wolf Mirror as well as first draft of a children's book Moon Finger.
Caroline has a number of short stories published across various platforms. Her work can be read in Wordlegs Magazine, Prole and Under 30.
Fully Booked visual and liteary arts exhibition to be announced for 2014.
Stitch in Time Collection available on Amazon.
Interview with The Reading Life.
An article on Short Story Ireland
I am Eight. (short story extract)
I am eight. My Mammy tells everyone I am eight and a half. None of the big girls use halves. None of the grown ups use halves. Halves don’t count. I get cross when Mammy tells people I am eight and a half. Because I’m not. I am eight and the number doesn’t change till I am big. I want to rip out Mammy’s hair with my fingers, one hair at a time, when she says eight and a half.
I like school.
I get to make-and-do at school every Friday. Today, I made Mammy an Easter bunny card. Maybe if I give it to her as a surprise she will French plait my hair. I like French plaits. Big girls at school have their hair done like that.
I don’t like the others in my class.
They make fun of my clothes. Of Mammy’s limp. Of our house. Of the roof, ‘cause it’s made from tin. I don’t like being made fun of. It’s not nice. Once when I told Teacher about the trees in the Forest, the others laughed at me. They laughed so hard that Billy Thompson made snot shoot out his nose and later, he ran after me with a hanky saying he was going to wipe it in my hair.
I told him I’d tell Teacher.
After that, they all started calling me Snotty Suzie. Maisy Buchanan made up the name. Last week they chased me to the bicycle shed. They all made a ring-a-rosey around me and started yelling ‘Snotty Suzie’. I pretended, in my head, that my fingers were made of glass and that I was shredding their faces.
I don’t like Maisy Buchanan.
She has long blonde hair. It reaches down to her waist. It’s always shiny. I think its cause she washes it every day. Mammy only makes us wash in the big tub once a week. The other days we rub ourselves down with cold water from the barrel in the yard. Maisy probably doesn’t have a barrel in her yard.
She comes to school every day in pretty dresses. And white socks. They are always clean. They stay pulled up to her knees all day long and don’t ever fall down. I wonder how she keeps them from doing that? I bet she glues them on with glue stick.
My sister Lucy ate a tube of glue once.
She’s three. She smells of old cabbage. She is always sticky, either with left over dinner, or dirt from the ground or snot from her nose. I don’t like getting sticky. Especially if Mammy has done a French plait in my hair. She only does them sometimes and I have to be careful to ask Mammy at the right time to do things, like plait my hair or allow me to go to the Forest.
I like going to the Forest.
Before The Missing, I used to be allowed to play in the Forest after school. There is a wall around the Forest made of big grey stones. It’s really high except in one special place where a tractor had an accident last year. The tractor hit the wall and broke it and it hasn’t been fixed yet.
When I’m with grown ups and they want to go into the Forest to collect apples we always have to walk around to the gate and go in that way. It takes forever to walk all the way around. Normally I am with Mammy and have to be good and quiet because of her headaches. She never lets me skip or jump or hop like a frog. I have to be quiet and walk beside her like her shadow until we get to the gate and then I can push it open and run over to Big Oaky.
I like Big Oaky. He minds all the trees in the Forest. He is like their Mammy.
Complete Story on Wordlegs http://www.wordlegs.com/magazine/viewitem.php?id=178