Fiction • Issue Fourteen • Issue Fourteen Fiction
June 6, 2023
Diamond Beach Days Angela Fitzpatrick 1965 Daisy sat at the café table gazing out the window at the promenade as tears ran down...
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The Magic Cow Eric Tian The cow came in March. By May, it was all over. I must write this down so I, too, do not forget our history. It...
The Golden Apple Eric Tian It took place at midnight, on the field across the bank. My acquaintance stepped out of the boat,...
Fiction • Issue Thirteen • Issue Thirteen Fiction
May 24, 2022
By Penny George “I’m pregnant,” she said. Gabriel stood frozen. “Isn’t that wonderful news babe? I mean, of course, it’s a...
By Alison Knight They’ll be coming to fetch me soon. It’s me big day! Lots of people out there. I can hear them through me window....
By Jane Downing Rita put her lesson plan to one side in frustration. Her cup of tea was cold. In one way there was too much material on the...
By Juliett Salom They say he was here. A horse under his legs and the world strapped on his shoulders, they say he came to rob and steal...
By Peter Loveday We climb up into the branches of the old tree, twist off the mandarins and launch them high into the air where they grow...
by Lilanka Botejue “I am not in my right senses. Those eyes, those lips and those beautifully wide hips have long been my lure and my...
By Sarah Ebner Bowes We sat, huddled together, in the corner. The sound of bodies hurling themselves at the walls and trees that surrounded...
Fiction • Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Fiction
November 25, 2021
Ian Reid PROMISES He was no longer sure of his whereabouts. He felt not only out of place, but also dislodged from the...
by Vashti Farrer They had swept Mother under their sideboard minds. Like dust. ‘She seemed quite happy when we left her and the...
by Jack Hutchinson From time to time I miss my old man. But missing is just memory and memories are a funny thing. I mean, they’re...
by Shannon Blake It was too late to stow the typewriter and the photographs away. I could hear Keith stomping on the veranda,...
by Malina Douglas Cara felt tense. She had never done this, yet a need she could not completely explain had driven her to it. The...
by Daniela Abriola Betty Mullan—Monday, June 28th 2021 I hadn’t known my Great Uncle Douglas, but apparently, he thought I was...
by Radhiya Fanham ‘Do not mention it, my dear Eliza. it would give me immense satisfaction if I could make myself of use to...
Jahin Tanvir Absence Sergei sat upon the cool patch of grass, his torn trousers up the damp morning dew as he overlooked the sunset. The...
Fiction • Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Fiction
June 22, 2021
by Lyssa Stevens The gun shots are relentless. Men cry in pain as blood oozes from their wounds, dripping down the walls of the...
by Alison Knight The streetlamp is a thing of beauty. Tall and slender, its neck bows over the footpath in an elegant curlicue....
by Amy Bertacco A building is only a building until it means something to someone. I was nothing until the people of Alexandria,...
by Miles Boyle-Bryant ‘A fucking woman? I ask for help, and they send a fucking woman?’ ‘Mr. Watkins, I promise you I-’ ‘I...
by Sam Johnston My hands descend into the abyss of shredded bags and rotting food, digging around for the toy. I haven’t even...
by Peter Loveday In the afternoon we go down to the vegetable patch to dig up the cat we buried there. No matter how far down we...
Fiction • Issue Ten • Issue Ten Fiction
November 23, 2020
by Joshua Kepreotis I knew we had docked in Melbourne because the people around me rushed to the windows of the ship to look at our new...
by Michelle Freckleton Inspired by ‘The Babies in the Bush’ by Henry Lawson ‘Please, Mumma, please. I’ll hold onto...
by Kristy Cornell For my Grandad, Geoff ‘You know,’ Ernie said to no one in particular, ‘this war is a load of bollocks.’...
by Sam Johnston The beat of the mallet echoed between the cracked lime trees. The sign still crooked, the edges chipped away, but the...
by Reece Pye He keeps his eyes on it even though he is driving, that smooth grey crest protruding from the earth like an ancient monolith....
by Patrick Petraitis Stopping for a moment, Samuel lay his trunk down on the only flat piece of earth he could find and sat upon it. He...
