My earliest memory is an aunt of no relation teaching me the birds and the bees. I can recall that lesson with remarkable lucidity.
The way it feels, sitting in the library courtyard, and seeing a baby sparrow at your feet, scavenging the crumbs from your crusty roll.
He used to pick me up in his car, a beat up Honda Civic.
‘You talk funny.’
We’re on the hillside. It’s recess. We’re playing with little toy dinosaurs. I am the orange one, my favourite, and you’re the blue.
There used to be a takeaway pizza restaurant on Waverley Road, where the tram ended. You weren’t really supposed to eat there, but the owner had put a little vinyl table by the window and there were four chairs and a holder in the middle for the serviettes.
We decide to go looking for the troll while fuelling ourselves with petrol-station hotdogs and strong kaffi and, in our excitement, forget to fill the car.
At night, if you’re sleeping on the top floor, floor fourteen, you might hear someone walking on the roof, over its gravel sheet.
There were three eulogies at my father’s funeral . . .
The trees here are white and skeletal – near Marysville where fire ripped through . . .
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There was this kid we went to school with called Donny. If you gave him five bucks, he’d set his hair on fire using a lighter and a can of Lynx Africa.
The fibro wall between our bedrooms was soundproofed enough to muffle her whimpers, but not his boots scuffing the tiles as he paced. I could hear him walk a few steps, pivot in the small room, then walk in the opposite direction.
The day we finally beat the Earth was a Friday.
The train lurched and slid through the night. Ben opened his eyes. Long silver tubes fitted with earplugs dropped from the ceiling and dangled, one above each passenger.
New short fiction from the exceptionally talented author of Rubik, Elizabeth Tan.
New fiction from Jonno Revanche on the weirdness of the suburbs and the pleasures in pain.
In collaboration with the Digital Writers' Festival, Elizabeth Tan and Alice Grundy lifted the curtain and showed the editorial process behind preparing a story for publication. Here you can enjoy the finished piece, Lola Metronome and Calliope St Laurent Having a Picnic at the End of Civilisation as We Know It.
From award-winning author of The Tribe comes some brilliant new fiction set in Western Sydney.
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'As was the case in most small country towns, show day was an annual highlight where most of the men of the town went to get pissed, and the others went to have a good day, compete in the various bake offs, and other competitions – from the most yellow yolk to the tastiest tomato to the best crocheted rug.'
Read an excerpt from Jennifer Down's stunning debut novel, Our Magic Hour.