Recent content by Darragh Harper

Darragh could no longer see the infirmary. Wherever he looked, things did not seem quite right. There were foxes and weasels, stoats and rats, pine martens and even one or two wildcats. Some lay clasping bunches of red roses to their chests, loose petals scattering across the floor. Others had...

Darragh felt his hackles prickling up, as Kaii turned to stare at him. Coming from a large family with many siblings, Darragh naturally had the one brother that was Into Bugs. The look that Kaii was giving him reminded Darragh very much of the way his brother looked when pinning a bug to a...

The past two (or was it three?) days had been a welcome exhaustion for Darragh. All the voices in his head had quietened to tired murmurs, as critical task after important duty crammed the stoat’s waking hours. The Hide’s steam engine was still on the blink after that trick they’d played on the...

TL;DR? These are two files containing Redwall survivor writing contests held by Terrouge. ~~~ What’s in these files? The file for Questors Bold contains: Contests Questors Bold III: Cloak of Darkness (235, 352 words) Questors Bold IV: Blackened Past (225, 616 words) Questors Bold V: The...

For a moment, Darragh was content. The ordeal was over. He had found friends of foxes and faced down his ferret foe. The moment was beautiful, worthy of framing as a painting in the palace of his mind for the rest of his life. Alas, every moment is a thin sheet of crystalline glass, ready to...

Rowing kept Darragh warm, as the boat bobbed away from the shore. The poet had imagined this moment to himself already. He had envisioned a dawn departure, with the sky turning pink, then blossoming into burning daybreak to light up the Hide’s sails as she farewelled the frozen little island. He...

Darragh was shocked at Jinks’ outburst. Yet almost as soon as the words had left him, the ferret seemed to come to his senses. Dull though he was, even the bully realised he had overstepped his bounds in the heat of the moment. There was a moment of silence, even from the boisterous crowd, as...

Jinks fumed. Jinks seethed. Jinks scrunched up his snout as he tried to think. This did not seem to come easy to the ferret. Darragh folded his arms. Finally, Jinks had an idea. A last-ditch attempt to get Darragh in trouble. “Typical lazy, no-good excuse makin’,” Jinks growled, pointing a claw...

Darragh nodded at Kaii, a faintly confused look on his face as reality reasserted itself, his pawpads unnaturally warmed by the black stone wolf. He wasn’t sure why Kaii was worried about him - after all, it was the marble fox that was battling terrible injuries, medical malpractice, and some...

Darragh stood beside Barrett, staring at Billy. The look the stoat was giving the otter was hard to interpret. Was it suspicion? Fury? Perhaps even empathy towards what Billy had endured? In actual fact, it was none of these. It was nothing at all. Barrett had bundled away the injured searat...

Ding-ding…ding-ding… tolled the bell. Ding-ding…ding-ding… The sun hung above the horizon, turning the ocean to a vast mosaic of shattered orange, blue, green and black. The red flag of the Imperium snapped in the wind, the white skull of a fox chortling in macabre merriment. A diminutive...

“H-here now, the doctor’s put you at the front of the queue,” Darragh joked, though the tremor in his voice betrayed him. The searat seemed too shocked after the battle to take much notice. It occurred to Darragh that this patient was a lot younger than he had at first supposed. He must have...

The oath flowed naturally, beautifully, with well-practiced ease, the older fox’s confident rumbling voice as sure as a mountain. It was impressive, formal, official, grandiose, even emotionally stirring. Unfortunately, it was also a complete word salad. I insert my uttermost… what? Oh...

Darragh grinned weakly up at Silvertongue. The fox truly did not seem to be at all unhappy with their misadventure together - he wasn’t even trying to spare the stoat’s feelings. Darragh even let himself chuckle a little - he’d inadvertently helped Silvertongue skive off some of his own tedious...

A creeping horror was overcoming Darragh’s ability to act. He didn’t know whether Doctor Barrett was coming back, or if the surgeon knew about this searat’s serious condition. Darragh didn’t even think they would have time to lay the rat down and go through the whole procedure of undressing him...