Short Fiction

Perhaps the knock at the door reveals a stranger, desperate and pleading, a smear of blood on his face and a nose gone crooked after it smashed against the steering wheel of the car that’s currently lodged in a tree at the end of your…

The best thing about the Prozac was that it made her not want to drink. The worst thing about the Prozac was that it made her not want to drink. Priscilla would’ve called her situation a catch-22 if she didn’t fucking hate Joseph Heller.…

7 minutes. You can have your first sexual experience in 7 minutes – 7 minutes in heaven – that’s what they tell you. Does every cigarette take away 7 minutes of your life? Can a headless cockroach really survive for up to 7 minutes after…

The Vandalised Tapestries, Leitrim’s home-grown alternative country rockers, attracted a smaller crowd to the main stage than Veelox did at the other end of the park. For how many years now it was like this. Due to subtle repeated social…

I’m sitting against the subway stairs, watching people do that tap tap quick walk they do when they want to show everyone how busy they are. Hurrying to get to Queens or Brooklyn. The sky’s all pink and gold, making long shadows and people…

No Dummy by S.P. Hannaway —You prick! You useless prick! Monty gives himself hell. There’s no one else to do it. —Where is it? he spits and splutters. —You’ve lost it, haven’t you? You can do bugger all without it. His body isn’t…

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Wildflower by Mia Doring She marched through the park on her way home from the train station in the orange Nike runners she wore for commuting, her office shoes tucked side by side under her desk. The park was really just a gravel path…

Not everybody left during the evacuation. Some people didn’t want to go with the crowd. Didn’t want to do what they were told. “Alternative facts…” “This is my home…” “Wha’ do them politicians know anyway…” Distrust. Anger. Suspicion. Fear.…

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…