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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 …
Small Things
A one-hundred word story. I’m cashing today’s sales at the bank. Five thousand and sixty-eight dollars. My finger tips steal over the notes. The lady at the teller, I recognise …
Spilling the beans at Melbourne Fringe Festival LoveKills2017
It’s true. Not all love stories have happy endings. Or beginnings. Or anything that once acquired the elements of ‘fairytale feelings’. Director Noel Anderson combines Melbourne Indie writers (one of …
Dog On A Mountain
Jawa was born in Armidale NSW, taken on as a pup in my uni days. Since then has lived in the NSW country town of Culcairn, at Red Rock Beach …
Why am I the history teacher who doesn’t attend an ANZAC Day service?
History is full of many perspectives. I acknowledge, thank and honour the individuals who lost, risked and fought for their lives for Australia, the place where I was born and …
From The Tower of Song
Dear Leonard, you will continue to sing and speak to us from the Tower of Song but let me just say that I did speak to you before you passed, …
Scone Writers Festival
Courtney Collins said at the Scone Writers Festival that for writers and those alike, what you write must be worth the tree that is cut down and used to print …
A Conversation With Fire
(A 50-word story). Flames lick at the glass like a sexually deviant tongue luring me inside, even the floor boards are warming me up to it. I crawl towards the …
