Olivia Gallo All The Lonely People (trans. Kit Maude) The newspaper says that the city government has hired falcons to…

Gerard McKeown Never Wases Anonymous   ‘Every time I see Justin Bieber’s face on a poster, I want to spit…

Elizabeth Brennan On The Beach … The rocks are chewed-up bits of giant chewing gum, the sand around them satin-like…

Gabi Reigh Fragments After the funeral, Eva returned to her father’s apartment. Inside it was dark, even though it was…

Jayson Carcione Any Mother Would I do not think of the man in the bed. Nothing can distract me from…

Sean Tanner The Bells … The old pub was as dark and dank a hole as Ireland had ever produced.…

Martin Jackson Compositions in Black and Red … People, a few, not as often as you might think, they ask…

Sohini Basak Arms About Arboreal … This is a story about a broken branch. Even though it does not begin…

Forgetting a coin for the locker, never bringing his goggles, leaving his shampoo in the showers, Harvey found comfort in the small mishaps of his swim routine. It was their lack of consequence—how these mistakes would not really make anything that much worse. He stroked the puffy scar just above his knee. Three times a week he went to the pool, without fail. Thirty minutes in, the chlorine stung his eyes. Only Harvey could put his life back together—that’s what Craig drilled into him. 

Amy Arnold Lori’s Walking Upstairs Carrying Two Mugs of Coffee The following extract is taken from ‘Lori & Joe’ by…

Morgan Turner White Elephant One part vodka, three tablespoons of instant coffee, warm water. Sometimes a heaped teaspoon of brown…

Tom Tierney The Wettest Town in Ireland This is the town. A mixture of faded cream and dirty white for…

David Micklem A False Memory of Happier Times Filled with Laughter and Music … Claire had been looking forward to…

Sophie Hampton Stained with Salt Water The North Sea is shaped like a funnel so when a storm breaks from…

Alex Aspden Succulent We’re having a drink at the old man pub on the corner when she asks me if…

Colm McDermott The Earring … Salted almonds. Spicy potato wedges. Green curry wantons. Sitting before your dressing table mirror, drawing…

Niamh Cullen The Toy House Two stories.  No, three. Four, says Molly, standing on the bed to reach the bookshelves,…

Daniel O’Connor Hair At hometime, other mummies would talk to his mummy just so they could bathe their fingers in…

Lauren Sarazen Rare Bird … “You want to know how to breathe fire?” He was talking to a girl too…