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Sketching Sunsets
I’m sketching sunsets Paint colour schemes in my mind I, opaque prism, Boundary reflecting light, Etch lead shavings with my hand. Advertisements
Tsundoku Confessions
I was recently laughed at when entering a Zonta book sale because I dragged an empty suitcase behind me and left it under a table while two elderly ladies monitored …
Seeing Daylight
He walks me through the doorway to a brightly lit room with a white tiled floor. I am made to sit in what feels like a leather chair – old, …
The Wandering Wonderer
Reggie woke with the sun soaking his tired legs and Mar had left a plate of toast with jam and a coffee urn on his bedside table. He sat up …
Discombobulated
The elevator light blinked green as it rose up the wall like an intruding vine. Lana had one heel on the swivel chair and one stuck to the carpet on …
It’s Just That
The uni trimester ended while leaves still clung to the trees. Betsie found herself missing the crunching sound of the fallen leaves as she travelled home, the audible sound of …
The Vase
I fog the window with my breath, smudge it with my hand when I see her coming down the path. She’s all but six foot and her hair is as …
The Cliff
He drags her by the feet. Red dirt stains her face. She tries to scream, I can see because the veins in her neck pulse and her chest heaves, but …
Five Fingers
Nestled in the Hunter Valley lies a town, dotted with quaint tea shops in heritage listed buildings, threaded together by a brook that occasionally babbles too high. Feel the energy, …
Train Goes By
If you look past your face’s reflection in the train window, it’s only a glimpse but takes a lifetime to see the dry, hoof-beaten straw for grass, and how it …
The Affair
He unwrapped the sheet from her ankle and she eased from the side of the bed and leaned over the pearl white dresser. He could now see her body with …
Going Under
I’ve been preparing food all morning, even though I’m Nil By Mouth. All four of my wisdom teeth will be ripped out while I’m under. That’s why I must prepare …
A Man Walks In To A Bar
A man walks in to a bar and pulls a stool out from under the bar bench of the old Light-horseman Inn. The barmaid is a woman of forty-two, bearing …
10 Word Story
Hi Literary Gangsters. Oh, what’s been on my mind? Oh just letting loose on language, that’s all really. But sometimes it’s fun to keep things tight. I saw a prompt …
Climate Change
Hi there! Calling all TLG fans here to take a vote on climate change! This is my story on Narrative Imperative, a site dedicated to developing dialogue around Sustainable …
My Daughter Maggie
Maggie enjoyed dressing in blue denim overalls when she was small, they were just like mine. She liked to visit me in the shed while I worked on an engine …
City of 43 Angels
Facebook prompts memories of ‘this time last year’ or ‘this time five years ago’ and sometimes you get a sense of ‘shit, I forgot about that whole thing’ or ‘shit, …
NorthWrite 2018
The NorthWrite 2018 programme has been planned to give participants renewed energy and drive for their writing. Our presenters are all well-known within the New Zealand writing scene and we …
Long Beard
The rain subsided though water still covered the road, washing in to the gutters. Jemmie and I were looking to make shenanigans, since the pub had forced its lights and …
