Prose

Serial Fiction
Benny Profane
The fine institution that I currently toil for, despite its delusions of grandeur, is actually a popular meeting place for many of this city’s more irascible characters. That is the numerous low-lifes, junkies and down-and-outers that add those wonderful textures of...

Short Fiction
John Creevy
It is forever grey here. Grey skies, grey ground; the whitewashed house your father left you on a famine road. Malnutrition: that sheet of dust on the cans in cupboards unopened these past few weeks. Apart from the house, he...

Flash Fiction
James Riley
Winter is coming, but discontent is ever-present. That encompasses my worldview pretty nicely; we are derivative, cross referencing cyborgs addicted to culture and our own pitiful sense of unfulfillment. The children of the most fruitful period in human history are overeducated, underwhelmed...

Short Fiction
Kenneth Nolan
‘Last night in a dreamI returned to Lady PenhHustle and bustleall those accosting smellsavailable to enjoy againIt was on my last visitwhere I feel I left something behindMy peace of mindMy anchor beerMy whiskeyMy life of happy madnessA madness which pumps...

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...