Browsing Category

Fortnightly Fiction

Draw’n to the River

The glow of the screen was the only light in the room. Its hollow light fell onto his fingers,  hovering over the keyboard, giving them a slightly ghostly hue. “Please,” she said, almost  whispering, cringing a little, as she approached…

Beneath the Ashes

A handful of lentils boil in water with a generous dash of turmeric to forget the taste of death coating the tongue. On good days, you add some chillies and garlic. Not today. As you drink it, you succumb to a raking cough. It’s a while…

Slump

Slump  Mister Bayliss, of Bristol, businessman, makes his way steadily down O’Connell Street, squinting into the low sun, eager for breakfast, the essential ingredient of any successful day. The portly gentleman could have taken a taxi to…

Soleado

Denny Murphy sat firmly into his spot on the bench-seating that lined the Luas carriage and curled his head towards the glass of the window. He didn’t care that the tram was packed and that there were probably older people and women…

Fortnightly Fiction | V

Harley got out of bed and shone the torch into the car park. V sat up straight, switched on her lamp, then waited, like a hospital patient. ‘Can you see anything?’ Harley moved the light over to the trees, seeing the man moving like an…