Fortnightly Fiction

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…

It wouldn’t have happened if Miranda had allowed me to book us into a hotel as I’d wanted. She was twenty-two and still unable to extricate herself from the shadow of her parents’ pious beliefs. In truth, Miranda had flouted those beliefs…

Rupert never liked his name. Nobody was called that on the black box with the moving pictures which lived in the corner of the room and was always on.  His friends had names like Mags or Dave or Shaz. His mum, called Mary, said it was good…

I was travelling home for Christmas, dithering, and just made the last train. As usual, I had two choices. I could get off more or less halfway and spend the weekend with my exhaustively predictable father or go much further, a long way…

It had never even occurred to Nathan that people his age read the newspapers. “You’re how old – fourteen, fifteen?” Mr Andrews asked that day in class, hands on his hips. CSPE was the ultimate doss class anyway; no one cared about the…

We’re all in this mess because Sharon called Mr Delaney a paedo. There she is, stretched out on a long wooden bench, the rest of us perched on the opposite pew like birds on a wire. Birds about to get electrocuted. Peter bites his nails –…