by Clare Smith :: Heat bled through the back of his grey school shirt. Bike thrown down, knees bent—one grazed, one grimy—he balanced back against the substation, waiting. His head cocked, ear tilted to the peal of the bell. The senior class spilled out first, chasing, jeering, and shoving each other across the field. He […]
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by Jane Sutton :: It was early afternoon when Carol first thought she could smell smoke. She walked to the doorway and looked out to the trees at the back of the property. Sure enough, a cloud of smoke was rising through the treetops, and to her horror she saw bright flames travelling along the narrow gully. A […]
by Brett Katterns :: There was an air of expectation as the whole family sat down to watch a movie at the Miller’s household on Saturday night. Mum, dad, and the three teenage children. It was Sophie’s choice this month, with “Secrets and Lies” as the anticipated watch. “Sounds interesting.” said Mum. “I wonder if […]
by Stephen Ross :: Hedgepig believed in himself; belief without question, utter faith. He strolled along K Road on that autumn afternoon as though everyone else on the footpath, everyone driving by in their cars—hell, everyone in central Auckland City—could hear the music thundering inside his head. He was the star of his own private […]
by Jane Bone :: This particular tramping track was merciless. We had climbed all day with short breaks for water and snacks, occasionally overtaken by fitter and more experienced walkers. Late afternoon I had virtually crawled into the hut on my hands and knees. I prayed that there would be a space on the sleeping […]
by Dana Maton :: She would stay in the toilets for as long as she could before Maths class, ignoring the acrid smell. She leant against the wooden door frame, reading compass-tattooed graffiti. She felt the tender bruise under her hairline, courtesy of her stepmother. She was always late for Maths. Slumped over her desk, […]
by Karla Ramirez :: “Where is the goddamned passkey?” I mumbled, stumbling through the house, barely awake. This is what I get for sleeping through my alarm. My watch beeped. Fifteen minutes until my meeting. Thank goodness I caved and bought that android, I’d set it up in my office over the weekend. The instructions […]
by Paula Kora :: The energy in the room was almost enough to send the bottles of spirits vibrating on their shelves. When we ordered drinks we were invited to pick a numbered ping-pong ball from a tall glass jar at one end of the bar. “Is this like the Easter Show?” Melanie asked as […]
by Lorraine Brockbank :: A man called Arnold with a gimpy leg who lived in a house with an impressive garden on Maple Street, sprouted my lifelong love for, and career in horticulture. As a young teen, walking home from my new school, I’d tag along with the prankster kids from my class. Upon spotting […]
