Fiction | Gleanings by Jack Sheehan
Jack Sheehan Gleanings When the weather is dry I sometimes sleep with the chickens. People will tell you they’re…
Fiction | Falling Animals by Sheila Armstrong [Extract]
Sheila Armstrong Falling Animals The following extract is taken from ‘Falling Animals’ by Shiela Armstrong. Used with permission of the…
Archive | Tigers are Better-looking by Jean Rhys
Jean Rhys Tigers are Better-looking . . This short story by Jean Rhys originally appeared in a 1962 edition of…
Archive | The Good German by Anton Chekov (trans. Peter Constantine)
Anton Chekov The Good German (Trans. Peter Constantine) Ivan Karlovitch Schwei, the senior foreman at the Funk & Co. steel…
Fiction | All The Lonely People by Olivia Gallo (trans. Kit Maude)
Olivia Gallo All The Lonely People (trans. Kit Maude) The newspaper says that the city government has hired falcons to…
Fiction | Never Wases Anonymous by Gerard McKeown
Gerard McKeown Never Wases Anonymous ‘Every time I see Justin Bieber’s face on a poster, I want to spit…
Fiction | On the Beach by Elizabeth Brennan
Elizabeth Brennan On The Beach … The rocks are chewed-up bits of giant chewing gum, the sand around them satin-like…
Fiction | Fragments by Gabi Reigh
Gabi Reigh Fragments After the funeral, Eva returned to her father’s apartment. Inside it was dark, even though it was…
Fiction | Any Mother Would by Jayson Carcione
Jayson Carcione Any Mother Would I do not think of the man in the bed. Nothing can distract me from…
Fiction | The Bells by Sean Tanner
Sean Tanner The Bells … The old pub was as dark and dank a hole as Ireland had ever produced.…
Fiction | Compositions in Black and Red by Martin Jackson
Martin Jackson Compositions in Black and Red … People, a few, not as often as you might think, they ask…
Fiction | Arms About Arboreal by Sohini Basak
Sohini Basak Arms About Arboreal … This is a story about a broken branch. Even though it does not begin…
Fiction | Discipline by Ed Luker
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.
Fiction | Lori’s Walking Upstairs Carrying Two Mugs of Coffee by Amy Arnold [Extract]
Amy Arnold Lori’s Walking Upstairs Carrying Two Mugs of Coffee The following extract is taken from ‘Lori & Joe’ by…
Fiction | shee-shee-shee by Kerry Hood
‘I know about things left too long to boil, things too hot to ever touch. I know there’s a kind of human who can take a single moment and make it better just by living it.’
New short fiction by Kerry Hood.
Fiction | White Elephant by Morgan Turner
Morgan Turner White Elephant One part vodka, three tablespoons of instant coffee, warm water. Sometimes a heaped teaspoon of brown…
Fiction | The Wettest Town in Ireland by Tom Tierney
Tom Tierney The Wettest Town in Ireland This is the town. A mixture of faded cream and dirty white for…
Fiction | A False Memory of Happier Times Filled with Laughter and Music by David Micklem
David Micklem A False Memory of Happier Times Filled with Laughter and Music … Claire had been looking forward to…
Fiction | Roses, Falling by Rupert Dastur
‘I cannot believe what I’m seeing, but there is no doubting it: roses are falling from the sky; the sort to fill vases or lay on gravesides: red and white, peach and pink, full-headed, green tear-drop leaves spaced along thorny stem.’
New fiction by Rupert Dastur.
Fiction | I Feel Bad About My Watch by Róisín Lanigan
Róisín Lanigan I Feel Bad About My Watch When I was a teenager — a time which seems simultaneously eons…
Fiction | Stained With Salt Water by Sophie Hampton
Sophie Hampton Stained with Salt Water The North Sea is shaped like a funnel so when a storm breaks from…
Fiction | Succulent by Alex Aspden
Alex Aspden Succulent We’re having a drink at the old man pub on the corner when she asks me if…
Fiction | The Earring by Colm McDermott
Colm McDermott The Earring … Salted almonds. Spicy potato wedges. Green curry wantons. Sitting before your dressing table mirror, drawing…
Fiction | The Toy House by Niamh Cullen
Niamh Cullen The Toy House Two stories. No, three. Four, says Molly, standing on the bed to reach the bookshelves,…