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Short Fiction

End of the Day

It’s late. The air is chilly and the wind blows. My muscles shiver at the contact and my skin erupts with a continuous stream of goose bumps; my hair also stands to attention, although it doesn’t last long with the… Continue Reading →

Ladies Who Lunch

by Tanya Bird My husband knows her as Perfect Kate. We know three Kates, but only this one looks well-slept and slightly bronzed at all times. This Kate supports charities for illnesses that I have never heard of and wears… Continue Reading →


There is a path in my backyard. I don’t know where it leads and that is why I love it. What I love most is the feeling of adventure I get when I glance upon it. Sometimes I sit cross-legged… Continue Reading →

A Country Serial

Johnny leaned back a little and smiled; he loved this part.  He tilted his foot forward and the rumble of the engine thickened in his chest as the black Chevy convertible gained speed. His narrowed his eyes against the flicker… Continue Reading →

Everyday Horror

You feel a weight upon your chest. Even before you open your eyes, you can smell the putrid breath of some creature. It is rank with the decaying flesh of those that it has consumed, it makes the hairs on… Continue Reading →


There is a ghost in my house. He wears my coat and stands behind me with an unlit joint in his mouth, watching He Died with a Felafel in His Hand over my shoulder. He is about my height, and… Continue Reading →


I find my father’s body in the wood shed round the back of the house. He’s been strung up in the rafters just long enough for the pressure to have built behind his eyes, making them bulge out unnaturally, the… Continue Reading →

I Don’t Think This Is Meant To Be On Fire

Words by Zach Mullane “There’s something weird going on here.” I called to my housemate who was watching a movie in the lounge room. “What the hell are you talking about? Just bring in the chips.” “I don’t know Bill,… Continue Reading →

Plum Girl

I wish I was a girl selling plums; one from the olden days who walked around the noisy, dirty, cobblestoned streets of London, where dozens of people shoved past you without giving you a second look. But in actual fact,… Continue Reading →

Charlie Blue Eyes

“I remember the wedding, Daddy,” announced six-year-old Charlie Blue. He held in his hands a picture of his parents, Charleen and Jason, on their wedding day. “No, mate, you remember me telling you about the wedding,”  Jason stroked Charlie’s blonde… Continue Reading →

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