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,...
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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...
Fiction • Issue One • Issues
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...
By Helen F Miller The year is 1902 and Australian women now have the right to vote and be elected, but that has little if any impact...
