Fiction • Issue Eleven • Issue Eleven Fiction
June 22, 2021
by Sam Johnston My hands descend into the abyss of shredded bags and rotting food, digging around for the toy. I haven’t even...
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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...
by Carly Waller Cecelia Green sat before the crackling fire, alone in the library and reading her favourite novel. There was a ball that...
by Lyssa Stevens Sienna woke to loud bangs and sirens blaring. Confused, she sat up and peeked outside the window. The town was ablaze,...
By Janeen O’Connell Mary Allan Monegeetta (Victoria) 9 April 1873 – Good Friday I know he isn’t there, but I reach across to...
by Alison Knight What is a man? A collection of atoms contained within a skin, framed by bone, tethered with sinew. What is a god? Yuri...
by Bella Bevan It was supposed to be an easy walk to the docks from Tilbury station, but after five minutes of lugging her trunk, Marina...
Fiction • Issue Eight • Issue Eight Fiction.
December 1, 2019
By Mori Shige. Translated by Marissa Skeels. Mori Shige (1880-1938) was a university-educated, headstrong feminist writer from...
2019 HNSA Short Story Contest • Fiction • Issue Eight • Issue Eight Fiction.
by Christina King. Winner of the HNSA 2019 Short Story Contest Just fuzz. Like the fur of a sewer rat. She ran her hand over her head...
by Julie Parry The kitchen door was slightly ajar. I bobbed gingerly from side to side, squinting into the sliver of light. I was no...
2019 HNSA Short Story Contest • Fiction • Issue Eight Fiction.
by Lou Greene. Commended story in the 2019 HNSA short story contest. Idle hands are the devil’s workshop, my mother used to say. I...
By Lauren O’Connell ’By god! It’s bees!’ The spyglass slipped from my fingers and rolled along the deck, its rumble in...
by Amanda Pearson We were told the world was ending. My parents, in their naivety, decided a picnic was the only way to celebrate...
2019 HNSA Short Story Contest • Fiction • Issue Eight Fiction. • Uncategorised
by Dell Brand. Commended story in the 2019 HNSA short story contest. Boney sat hunched over the wheel, clunking along slowly over the...
by Eden van Leeuwen Jumping up and down on the roof the metal banging in my ears the anthem to my tale. Sweat is blooming on my...
by Sue Robertson We were in our front field, shepherding our little flock of sheep. A motley crew made up of children, old people, and...
by Samuel Bernard. The radiating aroma of aging books and mahogany grazed my nostrils as I brushed past mountains of pre-loved...
Fiction • Issue Six Fiction • Issues
December 15, 2018
Good historical fiction draws the reader into a world from the past, bringing to life events, characters and lessons that often ring true...
by Carol Major. Dian Wellfare is the founder of Origins, an organisation lobbying on behalf of birth mothers who relinquished babies for...
Fiction • Genres • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
by Samantha Pena Roshier ‘That’s the thing, Mary. They’ll tell you love is the most beautiful thing on earth and then they’ll...
By Reece Pye The next thing he remembers, after the bitch spat in his eye, is face planting on the footpath. There is a dull ringing in...
Fiction • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
by Savannah White. ‘Hush now, Lucas.’ A flash of light shone through the cracks of timber; Mama smiles at me before the light...
By Larissa Dubrowsky-Ryan Ukraine 1880 When Agraphena arrived, Nina was lying on the rough hay bed, her face pale. Sweat pooled the sheet...
By Reece Pye Ever since the passing of his dearly beloved Edina, the only woman his now crippled heart had ever cared for, the days...
