Fiction

 

Alone together

Alone together

Elizabeth Smyth
It’s Saturday. Lunchtime. Michael crouches over roast meat and vegies. He stares at Kayla the way he does when he doesn’t get his way. His mouth opens as he chews, and skin crawls up his nose. Kayla pretends not to ...
She is the village

She is the village

Katie Shammas
The villagers sing and their voices fill the valley and pulse through my feet. A joy we have not felt for years shimmers upwards from roots to crown like the smiles on their faces ...
the intricacy of magpies

the intricacy of magpies

Saraid Taylor
I remember the light is hot and gold, spilling across our faces. That daytime sunshine has burnt our cheeks and foreheads, but now the sun is dying, cooling, seeping like a wound across the skyline ...
Iso

Iso

Greg Foyster
Inside my shoe drawer, my favourite heels had turned green and furry. Wonderful. Pets are good for mental health. I named the mould Trevor. He grew up fast. I gave him the closet and all my clothes to chew on ...
The goodness of their hearts

The goodness of their hearts

Mykaela Saunders
Here was a forest—a city of trees connected through living highways of root and rhizomic thread and fungal filament. The forest was whole and dense and a whole world for other worlds. And in the clearing of the forest stood ...
Like Water

Like Water

Em Meller
Opening the front door of the house, she realised she had been there before. As soon as her hand made contact with the heavy wood, she felt it. Another party, years ago. Brine smell of harbour water. That green lawn ...
Twelve-step alphabet

Twelve-step alphabet

Paddy O'Reilly
ALCOHOL A mouthful of ambrosia, a therapist, a vicious debt collector, a recurring bout of neuralgia. My maudlin lover, no substitute for my flesh-and-blood beloved wife who grew tired of my (admittedly somewhat sordid toward the end) dalliance with the ...
ORC!

ORC!

Nicholas Jose
I liked my title, which I interpreted literally. I was a visiting fellow—a fellow, just visiting—a person passing through. The centre gave me a desk, and the director, a former US ambassador to New Zealand, put me on the VIP ...
The Station

The Station

Angela Meyer
Inspired by The Castle by Franz Kafka No one else alighted the train and Kelsey walked alone towards town and the monolith beyond—a structure she could sense even in the dark. It was as hot as daytime, over 40, and ...
A woman of Nineveh

A woman of Nineveh

Jumaana Abdu
The men did not wait for me to draw the short straw. That I had been born a woman was short straw enough. They stood solemn around the starboard deck and rued as I lightened their load. Down they cast ...
The fat race

The fat race

Daniel Sleiman
Summers are uncomfortable for a fat kid. The heat makes the whole body stick to itself, layer upon layer where every fold pools its own sweat. For Albert, being shirtless was putting it all out there. No dark clothes, no ...
Truth

Truth

Tony Birch
The cellblock was at the rear of the station, a low-rise, redbrick-and-iron building the length of the yard. Once hammered and charged in the watch-room, detainees were frogmarched along a narrow hallway and dragged across the kitchen floor, through a ...
Home

Home

Melanie Saward
The front door swings open and my big, jolly dad’s face dissolves from a wide grin into tears in the space of a few seconds. I drop my backpack on the landing of the stairs as he pulls me into ...
Something Slight

Something Slight

Jasmin McGaughey
Mack began casting spells on the dinghy. She sat next to Aka and across from Jessie, pointing to the outboard where white sea billowed up and down like a curtain, falling into the deep blue. Her small fingers were making ...
Kambera

Kambera

Jeanine Leane
The bus turned off the Hume Highway and swung onto the Barton in the heat of the February day. Hazel stared out the window at the road that stretched before. She felt the change as the bus turned the corner, ...