Niall James Bradley
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I am a teacher who lives in the north west of England. I write about many subjects, but mainly I write non-fiction about things that interest me, fiction about what comes into my head and poetry about how I feel.
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Free Manchester
A while ago, I bumped into two Dutch tourists at Piccadilly train station. They were just leaving, having spent two days in the city and they weren’t happy. “There’s nothing to see!” they complained, at which point I reeled off a list of places they could have visited but unfortunately, by the time I was talking to them, it was all too late. This guide is to help you to know where to go when visiting the city, so that your time in Manchester is filled with so many places to visit, you will have to come back for another go.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Wander
The Dragon Master's Son 8 & 9
Chapter 8 “Get up,” the nearer of the two guards gently demanded. “His Highness wants to see you.” John lay, frozen ridged from his flight, on the floor of his cell. Not a single muscle in his body worked, or joint moved. He was literally frozen solid.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master's Son 12 & 13
Chapter 12 “Where's my mother?” Frustration seeped from John's every pore. His whole world, King Elfram's kingdom, was collapsing around him and he was hiding in this cavern beneath the castle. John sat down on a rock, then sprang quickly back up. He was still painfully saddle-sore.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Fiction
The Dragon Master's Son 10
Chapter 10 John stood in the Great Hall. It was obviously the Great Hall. It was the largest room in the castle and possibly the biggest room he'd ever seen. A number of the castle servants were clearing the tables and benches to the side of the room and sweeping the floor. Evidently, John had missed breakfast. He'd guessed as much. When he had finally woken, daylight had been streaming into his room through the shuttered window.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Fiction
Tuesday
Getting love to last, year after year, is an art many fail to master. For some it is the regular exchanging of gift, for others exploring the world together is key. However, whatever you do to keep the spark of passion alive, make sure you do it regularly enough so that the flame is never extinguished.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Poets
The Dragon Master's Son 11
Chapter 11 Princess Lujain rode into the clearing and drew up alongside John's horse. Heilbronn followed the princess into the clearing and instinctively threw his gaze in the direction of the boy. John stepped out from behind the tree, which made the princess start.
By Niall James Bradley4 years ago in Fiction
Perfect Porridge - Microwave Style
There are many distinctive tastes that trigger memories of Scotland. For many it will be Scotch whiskey, with each individual malt evoking a specific Highland stream or Scottish isle. For others, with a yearning for the outdoors and campfire cooking, there is the rich, smoky piece of heaven that is the kipper: ideally for breakfast on toast, crowned with a poached egg. Or maybe, for those with a sweet tooth, a box of shortbread biscuits or even a slab of 'tablet'.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Feast
Nadia Nadim
Nadia Nadim is, and rightly should be, an inspiration to all women. When she was around 12 years old, Nadia Nadim fled her native Afghanistan with her mother and four sisters, after her father, a general in the Afghan army, was murdered by the Taliban.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Cleats
Much Too Young
Hi. I'm recording this on my phone, just in case anything happens. I assume it will be you who will listen to it, Mum, but anyway... I left your flat at 10, as we discussed and I walked to the bus stop. There were only a few people about, but they looked at me really strangely. I wish you'd taken the day off work and come to the interview with me. It would have been far easier. Anyway, there was this old lady at the bus stop, otherwise quite harmless looking but you should have seen the look on her face when I sat on the bench! Honestly, if she could have called the police there and then, I'm pretty sure she would have done. Anyway, she has moved out of the shelter now and just keeps staring at me. So I thought I'd better just record this, just in case. God, I wish you would vaccinate the young people in this city, then there wouldn't be all this hostility.
By Niall James Bradley5 years ago in Futurism
