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My Elegant Hoon
A poem: My elegant hoon, my flint by sunrise | Striking tar with her tortured car…
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, …
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 …
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 …
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 …
Watercolour Painting
(A 50-word story). I had bought the watercolour painting of the 1920s Melbourne streetscape in a downtown marketplace set at the back of an alleyway edging the very same street. …
The Interrogation
I’m nervous about the questioning. They have me in this chair, a bright light in my eyes. My neck is tightening with the collar around it; I fear I may …
Nightmare
It was a nightmare. The sky looked bruised. Wounded. There was a girl. She cried. She threw rocks. She saw a spider trying to walk, its legs kept sticking to …
The Sting
The daffodil sits quietly in the garden bed. He flies towards her, rests himself on her bosom. He kisses her slowly, tastes her pollen, then he draws hard and fast, until …
Garden Gnome
The garden gnome resisted wiggling his nose at the smell of the coolant. She walked inside cradling shopping bags. “What’ve you been doing all day considering you haven’t been cleaning?” …
Dear Mother (stop)
Dear Mother arrived in England seas calm am healthy and happy -(stop)- started new job at automotive company people friendly and gay boss very happy with me -(stop)- Aunty Jan …
My Bus, My Lust
Guest post by Olaf Every day I get on the bus to go to work and I see her sitting there. Such a spectre of beauty I dare not ruin …
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 …
Rough Love
Guest Post by Olaf He entered her roughly and clumsily. It was his first time and as he held her tight she rolled her hips. He stiffened. She was a …
It Will Be A Good Day
She’s late for school again. Her mum waves and drives off. She clutches her bag, enters the gate. It will be a good day. She has a nice lunch: a …
Hundreds And Thousands
It’s lunch time. I slap together a cheese and Vegemite sandwich. He selects two slices of bread from the loaf, places them on a plate. The loaf gently twists in …
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 …
Pub Talk
I wear my Australian Tattoo with pride mate, with pride but it doesn’t mean I’m a racist! I mean check this tat out here, it’s the Chinese symbol for strength, …
