Fiction • Issue Five • Issue Five Fiction
June 8, 2018
By Anita Patel Ah Mui feeds me my breakfast egg—savoury brown laced with “kecap”. She mixes it in a glazed bowl patterned with...
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BY SENAJ ALIJEVSKI After countless times of sending my resume to places that were hiring, I finally found one that suited my...
An excerpt from ‘Arcadia Abroad’ By Amanda Pearson November, 1993 The Irish Sea The boat is listing starboard, the sun, barely...
By Jeremy C. North Back in my war-torn homeland, everyone in the neighbourhood was like family. I couldn’t imagine life apart from...
Fiction • Issue Five
By Jane Downing ‘What was your very first memory, tell it to me,’ Frank commanded Billy. Billy lay on his stomach on the cell...
By Ash Leonard The stillness of the night air surrounds me, chilling me. I wrap my arms tightly around myself, but it doesn’t do...
By Antonia Schuster July 2017 In the concrete bunker the acrid smoke of the bus driver’s cigarette curls through the stale air....
An excerpt from the award-winning novel Pickle to Pie. Pickle to Pie can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book...
The Lace Weaver can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book depository. Birch Pattern Lydia ‘You will be...
The Tides Between can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book depository. Emigrating to Australia was the defining...
Fiction • Issue Four
December 6, 2017
By Errol Bishop James McFarlane eagerly absorbed the sights and sounds of Australia as the ship made its way up the Mary River,...
By Chris Childs I try not to retch at the sickening stench of boiled cabbage. The queue is moving slowly, but no one complains....
By Denise Ogilvie Caen station fills with tourists, all jostling for seats on the train to Pontorson. The July morning is warm,...
By Lauren Chater Carr House, Lancashire 1639 Eliza Stone was hot. Moisture pricked beneath her arms. A bead of sweat inched its way...
By Eleanor Limprecht He woke at the usual time, before dawn. Andrew closed his eyes again, pulling the coverlet beneath his chin. When he...
By Chris Childs I wake coated in cold sweat, my throat dry and raw. For a moment I don’t remember where I am. Then reality flashes...
By Belinda Lyons-Lee She stood in the octagonal room where she could see, as if in the middle of a spiders web, through the...
Fiction • Issue Three
June 17, 2017
By Judy Rigby They threw my children overboard. That’s what the doctor tells me, but I know it isn’t true. They are here with me in the...
By Amanda Pearson Midday, Wednesday 2 February 1994. We gather. An unlikely group, our papery skins nearly transparent, eyes watery,...
By Amanda Pearson November 1914 Harold enlisted last week. He made the three-hour journey up to Adelaide by train and joined the army. I...
By Louise Hopewell Edie had only just made it along the driveway and out onto the footpath, but already her bunions were rubbing...
By Chris Childs Werribee Park, Victoria, Australia 25 June 1887 ‘Careful, Constable that might be important evidence!’ ...
By Chris Childs I am Caroline, Madame Carole, Carrie. I wonder how history will remember me? Will anyone remember Miss...
Fiction • Issue Two
September 5, 2016
By Arianne James We arrive at winter’s onset. I upon an open-aired milk truck, Lionel riding close behind. The downpour strikes...
By Kate Wann The following story is based on fact. All the quotes are directly taken from the diary of Lucy Daw 1915. Except for a...
By John Whitehall King Jayavarman’s waning virility was not surprising. The royal serpent had raised its head to strike so many...
By Vashti Farrer LETTER from: Earl Bathurst to Governor Darling. Downing Street, 17th August, 1825. Sir,...
Fiction • Issue One
May 23, 2016
By Rachael Palmer Cyprus 1958 March Tilly stepped off the plane into bright sunshine at Nicosia Airport. She bumped baby Beth higher on her...
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By Eugen Bacon Maji! Maji! Myth or legend Or a scheme of fads, ideas embedded One battle, one struggle. Freedom! Freedom! Painted...
By Kirsty Seebeck The boy rested against a sun-warmed rock, watching the sheep browse through the scrubby grass, as early summer insects...
