Fiction • Issue Twelve • Issue Twelve Fiction
November 25, 2021
by Shannon Blake It was too late to stow the typewriter and the photographs away. I could hear Keith stomping on the veranda,...
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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...
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...
