Muttersprache

Muttersprache

Tess Scholfield-Peters […] Maybe you can imagine, we are interested in everything you experience and there is nothing in this world we care more about. […] As we keep your letters, in the future, you, owner of a large estate, could delight your wife and children as...
Kuitpo

Kuitpo

Tess Scholfield-Peters   I sit at the heavy antique desk that belonged to my mother and trawl through online newspapers, squinting at the scanned black and white pages that have become distorted and near-illegible in the digitising process. I’m trying to find scraps...
Part 3

Part 3

Dave Drayton i i 3095 Research I’m trying to reassure myself that the time and energy spent translating Robin’s story wasn’t wasted. I now know how the game works, how far I can bend pronunciation or stretch grammar in writing around the postcodes. I can get to work...
Part 2

Part 2

Dave Drayton i i 2760 Ropes Crossing On occasion the threads braid together and present a knot or a node or an answer. Halfway through the 13 September 1967 issue of The Australian Women’s Weekly is a promotion for a storytelling game called Postcode, which requires...
Part 1

Part 1

Dave Drayton i i 4370 The Hermitage In front of the man, in fact almost all around him – scattered on the butchers papered trestle table he sits at, taped and tacked to the three dividing walls arranged in a U suggesting a room, tossed or lost to the floor – are...

Chapter 5 of ‘The Or Tree’

Toby Fitch i i The great cloud which hung only over the century buffeted, blustering long consequences beneath its shadow climate. Girt about with discoloured purples, oranges and reds, the white of the snow enemies was muddied. Outside, in unparalleled profusion, L...
Currents

Currents

Tess Scholfield-Peters   When my grandfather and his partner packed up their place in Lindfield and moved to Kiama – retiree heaven – Mum agreed to house some of his stuff. My grandfather turned ninety-nine last month; a century’s worth of amassed possessions were...
Jep Jep

Jep Jep

Oliver Mol 1 Her name was Jessie, or Jep, or Jep Jep, or Jeplestein, though certainly not Tinsel, her name before we picked her up shortly after moving to Texas, before Y2K, when people stockpiled water, canned goods and guns at Walmart, preparing for the end. Jep...
Australian Short Story Festival tickets now on sale

Australian Short Story Festival tickets now on sale

The annual Australian Short Story Festival is back this October and for the first time it is being held in Melbourne! From the 18th-20th of October at the Hawthorn Arts Festival, join a number of great authors and share your love for the short story form with other...
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