Author: Director

Serial Fiction
Benny Profane
Sometimes I get a little bit lonely up in this empty den of mine.Every now and then, usually during screenings of one of those unnecessarily long and indulged classics which require constant monitoring as well as numerous hefty and perfectly timed...

Short Fiction
Gary Grace
You couldn’t fucking pay me to work in a Spar in town. The shit those lads are subjected to. I’d rather scrub toilets or do some kind of hard labour, honestly, at least there’d be some dignity and you could just...

Short Fiction
Ross Breslin
When Pa Custer died he left the clan in disarray. Ma was bed-bound and wicked and she may well have been relishing the trouble that followed though no one could say that for sure. May well that the dementia was just...

Short Fiction
Camillus John
Steve was standing up this time by sitting down at an anti-water tax protest but the police charging from without had already drawn blood with their batons.“He has epilepsy, that’s why he’s punched you in the face, officer, and that’s the...

Short Fiction
Daniel Wade
I wasn’t in the humour for driving that night. Half-eleven on a Wednesday evening, and the O’ Connell Street taxi rank was dead. Not a sinner in sight. It was baffling, to say the least. Just a few hours earlier, rush...

Flash Fiction
Emmaleene Leahy
There’s a new security guard on tonight. I might get in. I slam my fist against the glass. “Little pig, little pig, let me in.” He scratches at his short beard and takes a few steps towards me, then turns and stares at...

Short Fiction
Garreth Keating
On a dripping dirty day Miss Cummins was fighting for control of the bodies and souls of 1b and wondering if these bodies and souls were worth the fight. They were a pack of shitheads if the truth be told and...