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Fortnightly Fiction | Before Her

Before her there were others.  After, there will be more.  Right now there are plenty.  Plenty.  Causing his head pain.  ‘She won’t shut up, man.’  Gunner’s voice down the phone is like a knife stabbing his head.  He feels the hotness of…

Fortnightly Fiction | 7 Minutes

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…

Fortnightly Fiction | Orphans

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…

Fortnightly Fiction | No Dummy

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 there.…