Life Imitates Art: Retrospective (A play in three scenes.) Characters: Mario – a young man looking for love; Mel – a …
(100 word story using the following words: damp, meekly, patron, ecstasy) Shaded lamp in hand, Sister Monica crept out of her damp …
It was the first time she’d been here since Helen had been reported missing. By rights she should have been at home …
‘Here’s number eighteen,’ Caleb whispered. Zac knocked. A footman opened the door. ‘We’re here about the cockroach infestation,’ said Zac. ‘I assure …
Dry autumn leaves swirl and scrape the pavements Making a sound like a drummer’s brush on a hi-hat, A furious wind pours …
Thine birthday was a grand and hearty feast; We supped on fowl, roast beef and bread not stale. We gorged so much …
In my time I seen some mighty perplexing things on this here river. One night one of those big steamboats ran aground …
The vehicle screeched to a halt in a cloud of red dust. Joffra and Mitch leapt from the rover, firing their lasers …
Blossom Nathaniel gazes bleary-eyed at the burgeoning blossoms on the ornamental plum outside his house. Buds like small bombs about to burst …
Under a cavernous, velvety sky with a gibbous moon floating like a silver dinar above the mountaintops, a travelling minstrel and his …
He pulls his bowler hat down tight over his closely-shaven head and steps out into the cold night, his heavy boots making …
Just after the turnoff to Griffith on the Sturt Highway, Jackson hit the brakes. The tyres squealed. He pulled the truck over …
Lysandra opened her eyes and wished she were still asleep. Her head pounded as though a team of stonemasons was carving a …
It was a song oft repeated around the sly grog shops and two-up schools of the great metropolis. Some say Jim Grey …
The spectators cheered as the juggler hurled the fire sticks into the air. They soared into the darkening sky, spinning end over …
The Royal Barge bumped against the quay. Lysandra, who had been dozing, grumbled when Jena tapped on the door. ‘Princess, we are …
Ben was puffing from having sprinted down the platform. Thirty years ago he wouldn’t have raised a sweat, but now his legs …
The surface of the Great River was completely still. Leaning over the rail of the royal barge, Lysandra gasped at the beauty …
Oh glorious, silver orb, your beams drip deep through the dank damp earth until they reach me here in my resting place. …
A drifter, my Pa had said. A young girl just passin’ through. I seen her next day in the big barn, watchin’ …
Tara loved living near the mangroves, where the tides rolled in and out every day. At high tide the water was bustling …
Lysandra felt almost invisible in her black cloak as she hurried in the darkness down the Avenue of the Pharaohs. The shadowy …
Back in her private chambers it took a long time for Lysandra’s tears to stop flowing. Sitting on the end of the …
Lysandra’s right foot came out of her sandal as she took the bend at pace. A troop of Roman soldiers marching in …
Joey The wind blowing off Lake Michigan gives me jitters. It’s rattling the trolley wires, and the street lights hanging off them …
Helena stepped back from the edge a second time. Breakers thudded against the rocks below and the sea-breeze ruffled the folds of …
The shade from the London plane trees does a good job of extracting the sting of the sun. Now winter is over …
Leo lay languidly under the acacia tree, picking at the morsels of meat caught between his molars. He thought about nothing in …
Winter One winter’s day at sunset, four sulphur-crested cockatoos landed on my fence – one bird for each of the seasons. It …
Elias’s cheeks were burning. He strode down the corridor, barely looking at his father walking beside him. The sound of the rain …
You can’t bring her back you know. In the gloaming we queued, awaiting our deliverance from another week. The bus arrived just …
Just a few days into the swimming program of the 2016 Rio de Janeiro Olympics, the world was astonished to see the …
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