Fortnightly Fiction

I was wounded. She was lonely. Lonely mother seeks attractive lover (45-65) with the soul of Bruce Springsteen, the mind of Aristotle and the charisma of James Stewart. ONO. Email [email protected] Why not. After…

Despite it having a month until obsolescence, her car had refused to start that morning. Just what kind of crap were they trying to pull? Didn’t they remember the standards? She dug the owner’s manual out from the glove box, batting through…

If it hadn't been for the rain, Amanda might never have read the letters. The deluge was nothing a cagoule and wellies couldn't cope with but she didn't have either to hand, she hadn't planned to be there long. In fact having already missed…

It’s the air that hits, immediately when you step through the door. The throat gags, just like the last time, and the first time. It refuses the tepid disinfected atmosphere on which floats a spoor of incontinence. They must steam all…

For those who saw them the day after the murder, trying to remember them was like trying to remember a dream. 6.37 AM They came down from the mountains with the fog and out of the fog in a stolen car and like the fog they added mystery…

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…

News Nuala Ní Dhomhnaill Speaks at Dublin Chinese New Year Event On Wednesday, contemporary poet Nuala Ní Dhomnaill attended an event organised by Literature Ireland for this year's Dublin Chinese New Year festival. The free event was…

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…