He had fallen over in the tunnel, his nerves tremulous, his hands wobbly. His ailing heart thumping Continue reading “The Tunnel – By Roderick Waller”
The Tunnel – By Roderick Waller
Mele Bay Wave, Vanuatu – by Roderick Waller
It must have been fourteen metres high, its crest folding in on itself, like galloping seahorses. Continue reading “Mele Bay Wave, Vanuatu – by Roderick Waller”
El Dorado – by Roderick Waller
“Home is where you hang your hat,” my old mate Des would say.
He was right, but I was tired of being a gypsy, upping goods and chattels on a whim Continue reading “El Dorado – by Roderick Waller”
Dirty Old Fitzroy – by Andrew Bairn
I lived above a florist on Smith Street for over 15 years. The rent was very reasonable.
It was a small, bright, open studio apartment and always smelt beautiful Continue reading “Dirty Old Fitzroy – by Andrew Bairn”
Check Mate – by Bob Love
As the new mayor of our GREAT CITY, I am here to announce a BOLD NEW INITIATIVE. One that will MAKE THIS CITY GREAT AGAIN – yes, GREAT AGAIN! Continue reading “Check Mate – by Bob Love”
An Island Watches Over Me – by Andrew Bairn
The smell of the ocean as I step out of the car… On the horizon stands majestic Kapiti Island. Just before sunset, perfect timing. I smile: I feel like I am coming home. Continue reading “An Island Watches Over Me – by Andrew Bairn”
Countryside to City: Childhood Memories of Borneo – by Sue Tan
Modernisation and urbanisation have changed our natural scene to a great extent.
When I was little, I lived in the countryside. My dad had bought a big piece of land for farming in the northern region of Borneo Continue reading “Countryside to City: Childhood Memories of Borneo – by Sue Tan”
The Cubby (A.K.A…) – by Bob Love
The kitchen smelt of burned dinner I saw the look in my guardian aunt’s eyes and the spittle on her lips out of her mind time rare but epic Continue reading “The Cubby (A.K.A…) – by Bob Love”
Jackaroo in the Flinders Ranges – by Roderick Waller
There I was in Rundle Street Mall, Adelaide, at Mrs. Mac’s guesthouse. I’d been there for a year, wasting and drinking, when I saw a job ad in the Adelaide Courier. Continue reading “Jackaroo in the Flinders Ranges – by Roderick Waller”
Visiting a Friend at Surf Beach – by Helen
The night before, I caught the bus from Adelaide to Canberra. I spent the night in Canberra, as the bus to Surf Beach left early the next morning. Continue reading “Visiting a Friend at Surf Beach – by Helen”