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 . . .
What happens when your already precarious situation is upended by #Centrelinkfail?
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A friend of mine has endometriosis, so severely that she often cannot work, sometimes cannot walk, cannot rely on having enough strength to do her laundry, cook her meals.
Dad bought my ticket and signed me up to housesit across America for three months. He said I’d been sad for too long. I needed to get out, to meet new people, to find someone new.
When Neil's leg broke and he got sick, Ooma was delighted.
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.
Perfect for your reading group we have prepared some questions on this season's most talked-about novel.
'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.