Recent Writing

The Capricorn

by Isabelle Marie Flynn || The first thing I learn is that she wears handmade clothes. The second is that she’s a fucking Capricorn. You spit the words at me between a swig of beer and a mouthful of garlic bread, shaking your head across the chequered tablecloth.

Approaches

by Annabel Banks || I was fifteen when he first turned up, some flashy guy in a leather coat with starlight in his eyes.

Slimming

by Gráinne O’Hare || Blanche and Orla don’t notice Laoise crying at first; they are engaged in lively debate about how much vodka a tampon can hold.

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