Fortnightly Fiction

Fortnightly Fiction is making a grand return. In Fortnightly Fiction we publish a piece of work every two weeks submitted by a writer; whether you've been published before or are new to fiction writing, it doesn't matter as long as it is…

Joe turned over in the bed. The walls beyond the bedroom door shone with the bluish gleam from the laptop’s screen. He had grown accustomed to Nicole getting up in the middle of the night so she could IM with her older sister, stationed…

Welcome to the Emerald Isle Resort and Theme Park™. Now where are you tanned lot from? Let me guess: the States. Sure I knew it from your smiles. No one else has a smile as wide and bright as a Yank, that’s the truth. It makes us all the…

Eva reversed the Starlet out of the car port with a rasping roar, cursing Lar out loud. Since they’d got married, the car was the one place she could be absolutely alone. When they’d got together, Lar had called the Starlet a typical single…

Mister Rat lived on Rose Avenue, in a town situated alongside a large green-coloured river. All the fish were dead in that river and children who braved the green swamp later festered with boils and nightmares. Mister Rat was not…

Now Playing: Snakedriver I wore a black dress with no knickers because I’d heard that the feedback and distortion from The Jesus and Mary Chain would make me micturate uncontrollably during their performance. My husband did the same.…

For some reason, Franz still refuses to answer any of my phone-calls, e-mails or texts. Not the type of behavior one might expect from a friend of over 30 years. But then again we are talking about Franz and I guess I was a bit out of…

Today there is sadness, and fatigue, in the otherwise cute eyes of Flaquito. Despite the undeniable glory, it’s not always easy being the last free dog of Cafayate. This morning, he’s woken up between two cars, as usual, and gone to the…

Mulligan pushed on his eyes with the heel of his palms and sifted, amidst the sparks and detonations, the shards from the night before. Lights. Voices. Grins. The electric rush of a DART. Svetlana Petrovna tossing pinched breadcrumbs at his…

The video can be found on the website AllHorrorAndBoredom.com. You watch it because you’ve heard what happens, a Tweet, a Facebook post, a thirty second news slot, but in this case that’s not enough, there’s a video, you have to see. There…