Category: Issue Twelve Fiction

  • Molly’s Cloud

    Molly’s Cloud

    By Stacey O’Carroll One year. Three-hundred-and-sixty-five days. Not a single drop of rain. The lavender-blue sky stretched as far as twelve-year-old Molly Willowgum could see. She leaned her frizzy copper curls against the open window of her nana’s car and watched the weatherboard cottages of Banksia Beach flicker past. Squished against the door by her…

  • The Image Of Her Youth

    The Image Of Her Youth

    By Louise Sapphira Little time remains in the afternoon before the Melbourne musical production at the historic Daisy House theatre. I start fidgeting with my fingernails, scraping the edges of my right thumb. Butterflies gradually creep into my stomach. Will I be disappointed tonight, falling into the regrettable trap of oversharing? But are more secrets…

  • When It Knocks

    When It Knocks

    By Matthew Rush ‘Pizza’s here!’ I yelled, walking into the white, stainless kitchen, holding a large, pepperoni-scented box. The sound of small feet rushing along wooden floorboards became louder. Seconds later, a small, pale boy with light blonde hair and green eyes rounded the hall corner. He swiftly turned to face me, standing in the…

  • Pirate Ship

    Pirate Ship

    By Mark O’Flynn Lionel has emphysema. This might be the most serious of his problems, but it certainly isn’t the only one. Compounding this is the fact that he receives little or no treatment for his condition, but is subject to a fair degree of indifference. It’s death by a thousand cuts. This is because…

  • Departure and Refusal

    Departure and Refusal

    By Matthew Rush Your life was empty of new opportunities until today. You remember how you felt when your parents said you were moving to Australia to study mining engineering at a university: excitement and despair. You were excited for the chance to leave the city of Lagos in Nigeria and the chance to study…

  • Trauma

    Trauma

    By Jacob Pilkington   Sirens ululated in the distance. He could feel the air cling to him. All the drops of him leaked out on the ground in a puddle of horror-movie red. He knew he’d caught a bullet to the head, and this was how he was going to check out. Then the tumbling…

  • sōma

    sōma

    By Cici Zhu It’s a little after seven when I wake. I open one eye at first and for a split second am overcome with panic. I stayed outside to watch the sunset yesterday and when I returned home, blinking incessantly, Mama scolded me for damaging my eyes. My mind awakens and I realise I…

  • Lucy & Freya

    By A. Rogers Friday night. There is something so freeing and terrifying about being in a new place, a new environment, a new city, a new town. Invisibility is the greatest fresh start.  We just put the couch in the living room. It’s brown with green and deep red cushions. The coffee table will come…

  • Tinned Mackerel Curry

    Tinned Mackerel Curry

    By Vanessa Perera As I sat carefully blowing into a spoonful of steaming basmati rice and tinned mackerel curry, my homesickness worsened. I had grown tired of eating cheap cornflakes and lactose-free milk for every meal over the past five months since I arrived in Melbourne. On some days, I would add a handful of…

  • The Most Livable City

    The Most Livable City

    By Danyel Deran All the way in the most livable city, the most unlivable man lived.  It’s so hard being me. I’m so very lost in this world, but I should be grateful because a homeless man just walked in. He’s dressed like a chimney, smells like one too and head to toe, every viable piece…

  • Toss Me A Cigarette

    Toss Me A Cigarette

    By Michael Tyler ‘Want a bump?’  Were the first words I’d heard that morning since I’d struggled out of my tent and wandered barefoot for a drink. I turned to witness brunette beauty with short-cropped hair and wide-eyed wonder. ‘It’s eight in the morning …’ was as far as I managed before she produced the powder…

  • Aliens, Owls and Mirror Images

    Aliens, Owls and Mirror Images

    By Lyssa Stevens 12-03-21 What if the clouds were alien spaceships that monitor humans? 2020 would make a lot more sense if we were an experiment that went completely out of their control. We became a few too many, and how perfect a pandemic is to kill some of us off. But what if the…

  • Sculpted

    Sculpted

    By Samuel M Johnston The light seeps through the blinds, engulfing the studio in a harsh glow. My hands wrap around the sculpture, gliding down each curve, adjusting each scuff so it can be perfect. My work is almost complete. I glance to the side. The mirror reflects the sunken eyes of an artist trying…

  • Pasta, Pizza, and Dumplings

    Pasta, Pizza, and Dumplings

    By A. Rogers Pasta, pizza, and dumplings. I feel as if I measure our life by how many pastas, pizzas and dumplings we’ve had. Can a relationship be summed up in three things? If they can, this one would be pasta, pizza, and dumplings.  You meet me at my work.  Pasta.  Bowls of pasta in…

  • A Brief Memoir of Raven Street

    A Brief Memoir of Raven Street

    By Jena Woodhouse A poet came to live in Raven Street. The people of that neighbourhood were not in awe of anyone. The man was a stranger, but they did not find him strange. He was poor like them; his winter clothes were threadbare and of a bygone era. The poet seemed at home in…