The celebrated restaurant stood out from the dark street like a reassuring beacon. Yonder! Its glittering lights radiated warmth, welcome and the …
This Month's Short Stories
Was there a Sad Fathers Day? A Tired Fathers Day? An Overworked one, or a Pleasantly Proud of One’s Achievement Fathers Day? …
8 Min Read
Ah, ah, ah, ah. Great lord, heat, light, hit, hit, ah, ah, ah, divine love, and lust, must, must, yours, Great Lord, …
1 Min Read
The patron was in ecstasy when the big breasted singer smiled meekly at him. Her top was stretched taut and damp with …
1 Min Read
Life can change in an instance. For Linda Robinson, it took less than three minutes according to the CCTV footage. Martin, her …
17 Min Read
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Great idea, great difference in the stories I love it!
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Naomi, Teacher
I loved reading this short story on my commute to work. Elvis lives on!
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Joe, The Commuter
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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 yet another 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 acknowledges the traditional owners of the Dharug, Gundungurra and Wiradjuri lands which inspire 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 and leaders, past, present and emerging.
Tracie likes to write about place, belonging and silence (intended and unintended) and hopes her readers will be left with a desire to explore and create their own stories. Her writing can also be found at Lithgow Area Local News, https://lithgowlocalnews.com/ and Bushwalk Australia Magazine https://bushwalk.com/magazine.
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