This Month's Short Stories


Posted by Amanda Hemmings

  The light changes: red for the cars, a little green walking man for us pedestrians. Then the little man changes into …

16 Min Read

Ugly Sex Part 1

Posted by Alison Kelly

‘What the hell was he doing down there?’ Cara wiggled her hips and attempted to steer him into the right area. She …

19 Min Read

Amy – 1. A Sick House Spider

Posted by Eva Chow

It’s pretty amazing how one could figure out the climate of a place from millions of years ago by studying the side …

8 Min Read

The Elements. A Novella in 4 Parts. Part 2: Water

Posted by Tracie McMahon

“Hi, I’m Jack.” Liza’s boyfriend sticks out a smooth palm towards her Grandfather, as the screen door swings listless behind her. Her …

9 Min Read

Call me Bambi

Posted by Paul Nicholls

Just after the turnoff to Griffith on the Sturt Highway, Jackson hit the brakes. The tyres squealed. He pulled the truck over …

11 Min Read

Unbeliever at the Grand Canyon

Posted by Rob Wilcher

No no no no no no no no no no no no It’s not that big! It’s a trick, done with mirrors …

1 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
  • 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.