• The Music

    The Music

    By Lindsay McLeod

  • Christina Yin

    Christina Yin

    A writer and poet, Christina Yin is a senior lecturer at Swinburne University of Technology, Sarawak Campus. She lives in Sarawak, Malaysian Borneo with her wildlife biologist husband, visiting when she can,…

  • History is bound to repeat itself.

    History is bound to repeat itself.

    By Louise Sapphira Anne Casey explores the harsh reality that the next generation from the Great Irish Famine experienced by bringing a sense of justice to the voices preserved in archives all…

  • Pigpens

    Pigpens

    By Daniel Pernar   Echoes of men screamed in the silence. Yet, these dreams don’t fool me yet. No echo more, than an echoed violence— And no violence more, could we have…

  • Ice-cream from an American

    Ice-cream from an American

    By Vashti Farrer It being wartime, and flats hard to find, Sally and her mother share with her aunt and grandmother. Their flat is down one side of an old building, near…

  • Philippa Yelland.

    Philippa Yelland.

    Philippa Yelland was born in the UK, grew up in Queensland and now lives on a farm north of Canberra. Her award-winning short stories have been published in literary magazines and anthologies.…

  • Online dating sucks, it totally sucks

    Online dating sucks, it totally sucks

    by Philippa Yelland. Tall, dark, handsome … part 1 A WHILE AGO, I was going out with a journalist who’d been in the Special Air Service (SAS) in the army. He was…

  • Whisper

    Whisper

    By Keren Heenan. Whisper is down by the train tracks, sniffing out old haunts, old hurts, holding them up to his memory mirror. It still burns, Whisp. Still tears and twists and…

  • Redline

    Redline

    By Benjamin Powell.   1,000 RPM. Angelica gripped the steering wheel intently. She focused only on the steady, rhythmic thumping of her heart, and the low growl of the idling engine. The…

  • A Lady Shows the Town

    A Lady Shows the Town

    by Rhonda Valentine Dixon Rain clouds settled over Eltham. Miss Annabelle Brownlow raised her umbrella as she passed the Magistrate’s Court and walked towards her friend’s house on High Street. Some might…

  • That’s Life.

    That’s Life.

    By Rhonda Valentine Dixon   It’s 1995. Ten years and two kids into marriage and I’ve learned to plan simple wholesome meals and to organise my time to prepare and cook them…

  • Life of Spice

    Life of Spice

    by Rhonda Valentine Dixon   Christmas 1936 ‘Adeline, get back here. By golly, when I catch you, I’ll tan your hide.’ Mary Spice ran as fast as she could, but she was…

  • Anak Sarawak: Sarawak’s Son

    Anak Sarawak: Sarawak’s Son

    By Nathaniel Aiko The Year of Promises Tarang was ten years old when white banners fluttered across the longhouse at Simanggang, the wind catching the silhouette of a crown and a shield.…

  • A CAPE FOR THE PRINCESS

    A CAPE FOR THE PRINCESS

    By Peter Dellolio that’s what they say that you can hear them screaming every night all through the night as if they take turns first it’s the ones down the hall then…

  • Statutory of Declaration

    Statutory of Declaration

    By Satrio Nindyo Istiko.   I, Satrio Nindyo Istiko, student of 4/33 Sargent Street New Farm, in the State of Queensland, do solemnly and sincerely declare the followings: My background I was…

  • The Steampunk Teapot Race

    The Steampunk Teapot Race

    By Rhonda Valentine Dixon.   A dozen colourful people clutching marvellously modified teapots registered to compete in the Steampunk Teapot Race.  After signing in they made their way to the contestants’ table…

  • Philippa Yelland

    Philippa Yelland

    Philippa Yelland was born in the UK, grew up in Queensland and now lives on a farm north of Canberra. Her award-winning short stories have been published in literary magazines and anthologies.…

  • Innocence

    Innocence

    By Wendy J. Dunn I remember the day before my thirteenth birthday, so many years ago. On that day I’d slept away another hot day of the summer holidays when my mother…

  • Finding Captain Woolsy

    Finding Captain Woolsy

    By David Shield   ‘Dad, it’s Saturday. Why do I have to go and chase that dumb Ram down?’ Wade complained even as he hitched up the girth strap on his grey…

  • Unravelling

    Unravelling

    By Jane Downing. She turned the knitting at the end of a row, feeling like a bird with a broken wing as she swapped the needles from hand to hand. A few…