Category Archives: Short Stories
Short Autobiography of a Writer
Something about this bleak winter morning makes me reflect. From my window, I watch the snow fall, softening the stark, leaf abandoned branches. The road is a patchwork; memories of cars departed hours earlier as I lay in bed, curled tight under the down, cringing at the harsh scraping as my neighbours carved ice from […]
A Picture Worth 2 Million Words
At five thirty-three am, the first of the delivery trucks pulled into the loading docks. Collected from hundreds of Charity recycling bins, the leavings of Sydney’s better off were unceremoniously dumped onto ten conveyor belts that disappeared into the factory. At six am precisely, the warning siren cut across the workers’ morning chatter and the […]
Past Imperfect
When the bastard finally left her, Ellie could almost believe there was a God. Even so, she was rattled to the core; they’d said for better or worse, although the better times never seemed to come. It was as bad as any beating he ever gave her, to realise it had all been for nothing. […]
Shakespeare’s Monster
“Unlike others here, I won’t claim to be classically handsome, ruggedly built or an elite sportsman. But I will certainly amuse you, absolutely respect you and endeavour to support you…” Clare. I recognised her immediately. She looked around, shielding her eyes from the white, winter sky and like a fool, I panicked, backing myself literally […]
Virgins and Whores
Alone in the dark Pete felt like he was waking from a bad dream, his mind working furiously to shake off the disorientation. He told himself to calm down. For a moment he would just breathe and wait for his brain to deliver an explanation; where was he and what the fuck was going on? […]
The Caretaker’s Apartment
Bracing herself against the balcony railing, Joanna leant out into air dense with humidity. She pulled her long hair back into a loose bun, searching for a whisper of breeze to cool the trickle of moisture now approaching the small of her back. From her vantage point on the fourth floor, she had a clear […]




