stories

We failed to understand the “Kiss Me, I’m Irish” T-shirt stash that beamed aboard. These shirts say 100% cotton. Error. Error.

©2009 Joshua Gen Solondz

The leprechauns were brilliant, invading on the one day of the year when we were too drunk to fight. Green beer was humanity’s downfall.

©2009 leebattersby

Officer Dooley, torn between sworn duty and Celtic heritage: sure he’s drunk and disorderly, but can he really arrest a Leprechaun today?

©2009 Grant Stone

Pulling my leg away from the creature, I found the truth of the legend, I knew where he hid his prize. His bloody fangs were made of gold.

©2009 David Hill

4,000 light years to a crash in the bog. A lone survivor cries at night for what is lost, looks for someone, and waits. Call her Banshee.

©2009 RJ Eskow