A woman facing an identity crisis, reflects on the dichotomies of her life – change and stagnation, wisdom and ignorance, love and loss. She must decide how to handle the ...
Can you believe we’re in Paris? You asked, and I chuckled, shutting my eyes, sparkles of glitter shooting across my lids. Honking horns beeped through the background noise of our ...
In ’70s Dublin, a man loses his self-control when he sees the seductive title of a controversial book at a well-known bookshop. Continue Reading The Joy of ...
A stab of sobriety. It started in his fingers, up to his palms and then every pour of his dishevelled being.
He breathed in. It’s been the same, every night, ...
Her clothes fell to the ground as Erin stripped them away. She walked out of the backdoor of her house and listened as little creatures cracked and chirped in the ...
She sits back on her heels, rubs the base of her spine, and looks through the window. Sunlight peers round the corner. It never reaches this side of the house, ...
Her loneliness touches me. I want to make her happy. I will buy her a present.
In a shop I ask, Do you have a present for a lonely sad ...
The clock on the mantelpiece ticks. She will wait for the waxwings. They are her witness.
Continue Reading A Witness of Waxwings
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The consequences of rule-breaking had always preyed on his most colourful anxieties. Continue Reading Do Not Climb
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‘Hey,’ he muttered, ‘that’s not a bear.’
The audience around him rippled with gasps of disbelief. Somebody moaned. Slowly, the bear stopped dancing, and the handler lowered his cane, glaring. ...
As prophesied, the gods returned to judge the humans. As mistranslated and misinterpreted as humanity’s myths had been through the millennia, they had accurately recorded a handful of details. ...
She smokes in a casual way, more concerned with the text she’s sending. The hand holding her cigarette hangs off to the side. Her forearm leans from the elbow, which ...
So I sold our telly, worked more double shifts. I had to beg the factory manager to give me a sub. Not normal procedure he said, but, in the circumstances, ...
HER, a short story about a social media-fuelled obsession with a love rival. Continue Reading HER
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Rain-soaked and tired from work, she steps into the apartment complex, aching to strip away the suffocating layers of clothes. Continue Reading It’s black actually
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The two women are sitting in their beach chairs in the shallow water, low waves and foam lapping at their bare calves… They look to the west, from where the ...
A tall man enters. He is dressed in leather with fringes, a coat from gray fur and matching boots. I shut my eyes, try to block the immense heat that ...
He got out and leaned his back against the door, pulling out a cigarette from the pack and lighting it. For a few moments the orange glow of the tip ...
What do you think about when you dance you asked? Do you think of wheat fields rippling in the wind? The folds of blue hills stretching to the sky? The ...
As my uncle stumbles over pronouns and nomenclature, I look out to see the sky being pulled in every direction and I think about her—being pulled like that, every which ...
