Fiction • Issue Six • Issue Six Fiction
December 15, 2018
By Marley Stuart If you asked Karo, he would tell you that he loved his younger sister right from the beginning. He was terrible...
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By Goldie Alexander. Brett is setting himself up in the middle of Station Street where anyone driving past will see him. He’s brought...
by Vashti Farrer It was a fella at work gave Joe the name and an address in Kings Cross. ‘Ask for Mick.’ Joe planned on...
By Elisabeth Hanscombe The Citizen’s Welfare Service was nestled among a row of terraces on Drummond Street in Carlton. My fourth year...
By Denise Ogilvie Every time the train pulls away from Spotswood station, passing graffiti covered walls, gentrified houses and...
Fiction • Issue Six
by Nik Shone I should have brought a coat. The moment I leave the house my umbrella flies away. Reminds me of Mary Poppins just...
Fiction • Issue Five • Issue Five Fiction
June 8, 2018
By Samuel Bernard © 2017 1700 hours – Eleventh of May, Nineteen hundred and forty three ‘Passes chaps,’ the corporal asked...
By Carol Major I am here in Malaysia with Hugh. I know we will fight. This is because he is the son of the last British Advisor in...
By Carol Major In Sydney’s inner west, nine-year old Crisanto is following Mrs Linden and Earl. He has been watching them for the last...
The Embroiderer can be bought at all good bookshops and online at amazon and book depository. During the early hours of Wednesday,...
by DANYELLE GUYATT A stage play based on the fairy-tale Hansel and Gretel (1812) by the Brothers Grimm EXT. ALEPPO. DAY Two siblings,...
By Anita Patel Ah Mui feeds me my breakfast egg—savoury brown laced with “kecap”. She mixes it in a glazed bowl patterned with...
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,...
