Tram Diary Entry (2)

Rain finds solace in the ends of my straw hair for a moment then is absorbed faster than the trams do pull up before me and he leans out of …

Tram Diary Entry (1)

I don’t know why, but in much the way I gain inspirational ideas from messages I read in toilet cubicles, I also gain from the simple act of taking a …

Mencium Awan

Suatu hari, aku sedang naik sepeda motor sekitar di desa-desa di Bali. Udara aromanya enak karena ada banyak awan besar di langit, diisi air, siap jatuh. Sudah sore, aku menjadi lapar, …

LiElife

Have you seen the new iPhone app? It’s a free app called Social Networking Manager. If you download it it can update your social networking accounts for you! Plus, there’s …

My Toes Are Little Soldiers

Sometimes the fear gets to my little soldiers. They freeze. Cant move. Can’t walk. Can’t see forward. Somehow the captain gets a message through, a message of encouragement to each …

Under Tom Ugly’s

Guest post by Fiona Lark We’d drive off from the ramp, run around the bay and he’d pick a spot to fish. We would climb over the back and swim …

A Cottage On The Farm

A short story with a twist – also published in Short and Twisted 2014 by Celapene Press A cottage on the farm A wheelbarrow cradling herbs. Footsteps all sizes pressing …

Life Untitled

I can say anything to my best friend: Icecream, left dimple! Look at this ingrown hair, I found it waxing. Grow up you fuckwit. You can do it! I think …

Show Me The Light

A short story with a twist by The Literary Gangster – published in Short and Twisted 2014 by Celapene Press Show Me The Light Don’t ask why a thirty eight …

Remote Control

Ever feel like your life is a TV sitcom and you are the main character fumbling through stupid situations for the mere entertainment of others? Sometimes I can hear the …

Like Clockwork

The clock strikes eleven times. The ghost of Jimmy Fowler parades down the mansion’s spiral stairs past the grandfather clock to the ballroom and seats himself at the piano. And …

Steam Will Rise

I’m hungover. All I want is to go home and eat Mum’s leftover spaghetti. My sister warns me they had a fight again. I get home, slap a bowl of …

Give It A Chip

Give it a chip. No. It’s hungry. Well so am I! Come on, chuck it one. Seagulls can’t eat chips. They eat them all the time. So? But that ones …

Zombie

There are limbs everywhere. And flies. The smell of decay, a foot, a head – hanging. I try to fit in with them, go undercover, move like them, speak their …

Down To Earth

A girl is sitting on the beach when a man approaches her: “You should take your socks off, feel the sand in your toes. That’s why Jesus wore sandals, could …

The Long Way Home

I pack a bag, just a small backpack. I fill a couple of water bottles, grab an apple and a muesli bar before I call the dog and jump in …