Fiction

 

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, ...
Picture of a Peanut Gallery

Picture of a Peanut Gallery

Mohammed Massoud Morsi
Small rice lamps in splendid colours showed the way. The woman and the foreigner walked past two cars, a boat and a spot-lit carport. An open gate welcomed them to the back of the house. Soft music was playing. Up against ...
Untold Histories: The Last Days of Major Sir Thomas Mitchell

Untold Histories: The Last Days of Major Sir Thomas Mitchell

Belinda Paxton
Mitchell: 35.21°S, 149.49°E. Light industrial suburb in the Australian Capital Territory. Named after Major Sir Thomas Mitchell, surveyor-general, explorer, legislator, mass murderer. See also: Major Mitchell Cockatoo, Mitchell Hopping Mouse, Mitchell Grass. Mitchell (locality in Queensland), Mitchell (Victorian local government ...
The Cleaner

The Cleaner

Lisa Nan Joo
A cleaner was called to an urgent job in a large house in an unfashionable suburb. She was to prepare the house for sale; at the end of the week, a photographer would come to take pictures for the newspaper ads. The ...
I named her naturally because I love castles

I named her naturally because I love castles

Dan Hogan
‘Dig a hole for the windchimes? Thought you’d never ask.’ ‘When you dig don’t lean down like that. Bend your knees or you’ll stuff your back,’ said dad, snatching the shovel from my hands, plunging it into the lawn. ‘Watch.’ ...
Hiroshima Blooms

Hiroshima Blooms

Gretchen Shirm
Susie arrived in Hiroshima from Kyoto on the Hikari. The train snaked off behind her, gathering in speed and pitch as it moved. She wheeled her bag along the platform, which followed her obediently. The day was grey and clouds ...
Viets in Perth

Viets in Perth

Tien Tran
This was the first of Tien’s three deaths. His arm was ripped from the elbow by Nappa, the evil Saiyan from Planet Vegeta, so he focused the last of his strength to fire one final tri-beam. Electric currents sparked the ...
Carve

Carve

Eleanor Limprecht, Eleanor Limprecht
It’s the rasp of wheels on bitumen, the scrape of a carve. It always makes me turn. ‘Can you believe it? What a nuisance.’ Marie sits Grace up on her lap to burp. ‘He’s bound to cause an accident.’ I straighten my ...
Phantom Feelings

Phantom Feelings

Tina Huang
Once, I had a friend confess to me that she wasn’t in love with the woman she was seeing. In fact, her confession went—she had never felt physical attraction to anyone she had dated. At night, she would drive all over ...
The Faerie Pool

The Faerie Pool

Gregory Day
I We left the hotel, where the warmth had been in the fire, the fire in our eyes, and went outside to walk to the perched lake. These things, these mythic local things, sound strange when you write them. Both ...
A Thousand Steps

A Thousand Steps

Penny Gibson
At the age of 53, there are times now when Adrian wakes in dread, feeling the tickle of mortality in the night. There is something he should have done while there was still time. Sweat pools on his chest, yet ...
The Mighty Have Fallen

The Mighty Have Fallen

Kate Ryan
Well, Norman got there. Surely that was an achievement. Beforehand, he had fussed around choosing a shirt. The dark-blue pinstripe or the white? Grey jacket or grey jumper? He would have scoffed at that kind of rubbish before. Helen had ...