Irish Accent In Writing Novels & Stories

"Ahh, her. Yes, we were arguing. I'd grown tired of the constant stream of party followers that interrupted the quiet in my house all of the time. I grew to hate the parties and the fact that she grew ever easier to give them at my expense." "You don't like partying?" "An occasional night out is great. Tripping on Les's dogs just doesn't do anything for me. People like your Donnie seem to always follow Celesta wherever she goes." He tipped his head to the side and his green eyes studied her carefully. "I've been trying to place your accent. It's light but I hear just the touch of an Irish brogue. Am I right?"

I hopped in the back. “Connolly Station,” I said. “The station it is,” the driver said, and after that encounter with the customs agent I could understand the accent completely now. It just took you a minute or two to get back in the game. Ireland has about three or four major regional accents. Some of them very hard to follow. In Northern Ireland I can put a man within twenty miles of his hometown and in the south fifty. Or at least I could before my long years of exile. The driver looked at me in the mirror, switched off the engine, turned around.

Williams left the group afterward. "Sir," my driver called calmly. "Yes, Baltimore?" "We are here, sir." "Oh, thank you, Bal. Remember I told you I would drive myself home? Do you need a cab fee to get home just fine?" "Sir," he chuckled, "you already dipped two cab fees into my pockets, I don't need another." "Oh," I murmured, a little bit embarrassed over my nervous forgetfulness. "Just relax, sir, and hope for the best," he spoke encouragingly with an accent an old Irelander should have. His Irish accent wasn't that deep due to his long stay in America, but one could still hear it loud and clear, too clear.