Wednesday, 4 October 2017

Excitement building! Call out for Scary Fairy Art

We are really excited about all that is to come for what is turning out to be the best Ardagh Fright Fest yet. Click on the different tabs above to get a taste of what is in store. The line up includes four amazing authors who will share their knowledge with children, teens and adults over three days at the beginning of the week long festival. Ardagh School of Witchcraft returns for Year 7 and favourites such as the Samhain Lantern Walk, Spooky Art Day and School's Photography exhibition return too.

As Midir is in charge of the veil between us and the Otherworld  and we are celebrating The Year of the Fairies throughout 2017 we have decided to put a call out for Scary Fairy art of all kinds for an unusual art exhibition which we hope will attract a diverse array of art work. Anyone from toddler to adult is welcome to submit a piece in any media to be displayed inside of outside the building for the duration of the festival. Last year we had over 600 visitors during Fright Fest and we are be hoping for even more this year.

Submissions by post to Ardagh Heritage and Creativity Centre, Ardagh, Co. Longford or in person (call 086 3027602 0r 086 1717925 to arrange delivery) to reach us not later than
5pm on Monday 23rd October 2017.


Wednesday, 20 September 2017

Preparations for 2017 underway

Ardagh Fight Fest 2017 will take place from 28th October to 4th November this year. We are very excited about all we have in store but some details are still to be finalised. Watch this space for announcements coming soon.
For now take a look at our second annual Frightful Flash Fiction competition here.

Tuesday, 8 November 2016

Frightful Flash Fiction Competition Winners

Here are the four winning stories in our Flash Fiction competition:

Younger Children's Section Winner

by Sinéad Bourke, Age 8, Co. Meath
It was Halloween Ciara, Conor and Niamh were trick or treating they went up to one of the houses and there was a sign on the window saying DO NOT COME IN OR ELSE!
So they ran home. Ciara opened the door but their parents weren’t home and there was a ghost behind Conor. Ciara screamed for help. Their neighbour came and said “What happened?”
“There’s a ghost behind Conor”
“Let me call for help”
But no one answered so she drove everywhere looking for help until she found a house that had lights on so she knocked on the door and someone answered.
It wasn’t a person, it was a witch, so the next door neighbour ran into her car, but the witch got her broom. The neighbour drove home but the witch was on her broom so she saw where she was going, so she followed the car home. She went down to the grass and ran into the house and got her phone and called Frankinstein to the house. They had a fight.
If the ghost, witch and Frankinstein won they got to stay. If Ciara, Conor, Niamh and the neighbour won the ghost, witch and Frankinstein would have to leave.
So they played rock paper scissors.
Ciara against the Ghost, Conor against the Witch and Niamh against Frankinstein and the neighbour keeping score.
So they played rock paper scissors. Ciara won, Conor won and Niamh lost. So they have to go!
“We won!” shouted Niamh.
The End.

Older Children's Section Winner

My Spooky Story
by Sophia Ní Fhloinn Ní Raghallaigh Rang a Sé, Gaelscoil Longfort
On the day of Halloween, a little boy decided to go and look for houses to trick or treat at. He came across a big black, old, shabby house falling to pieces. He asked a few of his friends would they go with him to the house. As they walked closer to the house they heard ‘BANG, BOOM, CLAP’. Even though he heard the noises he wasn’t afraid.
His friends Jack, Beth and Rose told him that a little girl once lived there with her parents, she was an only child, and she felt very lonely and sad. She was left in her house all by herself, day and night.
She was constantly frightened and one night as she walked down her stairs she fell through the staircase. Suddenly she heard three knocks at her door and it flung open. She wasn’t hurt just a little worried about the door opening.
She quietly walked outside the door to see if she could see anyone but no one was there, she walked back in quickly to go and get her flashlight. She returned back outside but still could not see anyone.
Her parents returned to find their daughter spooked, up sitting in the dark with the flashlight still on.

Teen Section Winner

The Dance of Doom
by Robyn Coughlan, Co. Longford
From the light of the street lamp, I could just about make out the shape of it dancing forward. The street was completely deserted and the only sound I could hear was the pitter-patter of it's straw-filled feet tapping lightly on the concrete.
6ft tall it was... and its eyes. Oh god its eyes. Red, burning slits, redder than the depths of hell.
I should have listened to my grandmother when she told me not to go into the cornfield. The field that held more evil than it did corn.
I was frozen in fear as it got closer. I didn't know how those straw-filled legs even kept it up.
It danced forward - the same dance it had been doing when I found it in the field. It was like it was waltzing, but without a partner. As it spun, and leaped in the most inhumane of ways, I found a tear escape from my eye and roll lightly down my face.
It was now only a couple of feet away from me and I could make out the evil grin that formed on it's cloth face.
I crouched on the ground, and closed my eyes - awaiting my fate. I could hear it as it got closer.
And then, it stopped.
Slowly, I opened my eyes and looked up. It was gone.
With a sigh, I blamed it on my over-active-imagination and stood up, beginning to walk away from the horror I had just endured.
There it was again. My heart dropped into my stomach when I turned back and saw what was there.
The scarecrow.
Only this time it was right beside me - bent down so that it's face was level with my own.
“Hello,” it hissed. “Would you care to dance?”

Adult Section Winner

I love your nails!
by Andy Jones, Co. Cavan
Imelda, who looked after the cosmetics, was a bit “tarty”, to be honest. The chemist’s son was always telling her that he “loved her nails, her hair, her frock”, when he was “helping” her in the stores. I was the messenger boy, so I could hear the stocktaking that went on sometimes.
One day she didn’t turn up for work. The boss’s son also failed to materialise, so when he appeared the next day but she did not, rumours went into overdrive. In those days, when a woman disappeared like that, there was usually a good reason. “She’ll be back slimmer” was the consensus.
No further thought was given to Imelda. Occasionally, someone would make a smart remark to the son, and he would go red, but that was it.
About a month after the bit of excitement, I was in the yard straining the noxious cough medicine the shop made, through layered muslin. The stuff had been simmering for weeks in a big cauldron on an old gas stove. It was a messy job.
I was almost finished squeezing the last few dollops out, when something caught my eye. I knew immediately that Imelda was NEVER coming back. A cluster of her favourite purply-red finger nails rested in my hand.

Sunday, 9 October 2016

Pay online option

We have now introduced PayPal buttons on most of our Ardagh Fright Fest events. If you avail of this option please also contact us to let us know the details of the event paid for and who will be attending so we can ensure to keep your space.
We have tried to keep it simple and hope it will be a useful option for those of you who wish to pay with credit or debit cards as well as your PayPal account.
Please also let us know if you have any problems, or just how you find using the buttons as this is all new to us.
Thanks in advance,
Annette and Ann.

Saturday, 1 October 2016

Frightful Flash Fiction Competition

Creative Ardagh are delighted to present a Frightful Flash Fiction Competition in association with this year's Ardagh Fright Fest.

Get your creative juices flowing and send us in your scariest, spookiest or most twisted tales.
All genres welcome: gothic, fantasy, mythology, sci-fi, reality etc. The only rule is that you stick to a maximum of 300 words.
Full list of spooktacular prizes will be updated soon.

Entry fees: Adults €5 or €10 for three entries
12-18: €4 or €8 for three entries
Under 12 €2 or €4 for three entries.
Maximum words: 300

Send entries by email to: or by post to Ardagh Heritage and Creativity Centre, Ardagh, Co. Longford to reach us not later than
5pm on Monday 24th October
Incude your name, address and contact details on a separate sheet.
Fees can be paid online here or by cheque/money order made out to Ardagh Heritage and Creativity Centre.

Wednesday, 21 September 2016

Ruth Frances Long at Ardagh Fright Fest 2016

We are delighted to confirm that award winning YA fantasy author Ruth Frances Long will join us for Ardagh Fright Fest this year. Ruth will give a writing workshop for teens entitled 'Finding the Fantastic in your Fiction' on Friday 4th November at 3pm. The workshop discusses aspects of storytelling and folklore, how they integrate with modern fiction and looks at the magic interwoven in the stories all around us. It will explore how to use folklore, fairytale and supernatural elements in your fiction, from fantasy to contemporary and explore different ways of using myths and folktales to flesh out your writing and inject some magic.
We are very excited! More details here.