{by Adrian Fingleton} I’d say they’re talking a lot of bull, considering that six weeks later I’m standing here on the side of this mountain on Saint Patrick’s Day, and the wind coming down from the Wicklow Gap would cut you in half.

{by Ethan Dodd} Every part of Tobias’ tall, slender frame was covered in grime and dirt.

{by Clare O’Sullivan} Snobs, Fuckin Snobs! What did I ever do to them? Igor reread the embossed wedding invitation, with the two white doves on its cover, that was left on the kitchen table.

{by Christopher Black} Connor snuck around the back of the church, trying to blend in with a group of decorators who were carrying immense, gaudy flower arrangements inside. His trousers were too short, and he could feel the cold morning air on his bare, exposed ankles as he bounded up the church steps two at a time