This Month's Short Stories

The Ripple Effect*

Posted by Tracie McMahon

* This piece is a response to Rob Wilcher’s beautiful poem “Carry the Water”.   The stream eddies, as his hand drifts. …

2 Min Read

Prick-Tease

Posted by Alison Kelly

Jenna could not believe her luck as she followed Jeremy down the sandy wooden path that led to the beach. Was this …

7 Min Read

Meeting

Posted by Rob Wilcher

They say your life flashes before you when you die. They are wrong. It’s your future you see. Like when you lean …

15 Min Read

Carry the Waters

Posted by Rob Wilcher

The boy watched the old man crouched By the pool in the sun stirring the water With an even hand. He was …

2 Min Read

In Warm Blood

Posted by Amanda Hemmings

The shooting started at around 4.30 pm; most of the neighbourhood mothers had herded their kids inside and were probably doing what …

13 Min Read

Gone West

Posted by Paul Nicholls

Fred takes one of the nails he holds between his lips and places it against the timber, hammering it home with far …

22 Min Read

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  • Originally from Dublin Ireland and now living and working in Sydney Australia. Ali has always been interested in writing funny emails, quirky columns and is now trying to turn her observations of the funny things we all do into stories!
  • Apart from working relentlessly on writing her first novel, Amanda reads. And reads. And reads. Totally for escapism. Anything from high literature to spy thrillers. Loves Southern gothic, history, alternative fiction, well-written crime novels. She doesn’t love the current state of the world, but remains sanguine. Most of the time.
  • I write about home, family, friends and all the undercurrents of love.
  • Paul is a writer with a taste for comedy, mystery, history, and just a little bit of magic. His musings on nothing in particular can be found on paulnichollswriter.com
  • We passed this way. Some of us were lucky enough to be. And even if we chose to spend our time in misery we were. That is the point and the glory of it. We were. And we know this one event, this one triumph, will not recur. For when we have ceased to be, and all is said and done, we will join those who never had our chance, the multitude of None.
  • Tracie would like to acknowledge the traditional owners of the Darug, Gundungurra and Wiradjuri country which inspires much of her writing, and on which she is grateful to walk, write and paint. This respect extends to all Aboriginal and First Nations people, past, present and emerging. Tracie McMahon is an escapee from corporate life. In an effort to save the "right-side" of her brain from impending atrophy, she has taken up writing, drawing, and dreaming. She likes to write about the "B side" of life; taking a crowbar to the silences and unfinished sentences that slip into the cracks of ordinary places, lives and events.

The Authors at The Moving Pen

These are the faces behind the most popular posts.