Short Fiction

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…

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…

News John Montague's Last Collection A collection of new poems by esteemed Irish poet John Montague will be published on Tuesday. The posthumous collection, entitled Second Childhood, is being published by Gallery Press on what would have…

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…

Captain Springsteen looked at her compass. The needle pointed north. Actually, compass needles always pointed north, but this one pointed straight ahead at the N on the compass, basically making it double North. North was dead ahead. She…

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 –…

Last week on The Kingdom of the Cavan Strawberries, Paddy, B-Man, and Sound-Man travelled to Newgrange through one of Paddy's mystic portals. Their task: to keep the Anti-Craic, a device capable of sucking the craic out of anything, out of…

I was scooping the guts out of a lamb when I heard Swinger Dingavan was dead. Maureen shouted across at Steve-o and he knocked off the power hose, the wool and blood circling around him. She said Swinger was found in his Golf with a…

I can’t stand the Land Armers – everyone knows they are the worst. Me, I’m just a regular Street Warden. I do the job, sure, but not per their style. This street person, I saw him right out on the pavement, begging in broad daylight. He…