Tags: Fictions

    Luck and Trouble

    By Jane Jervis-Read

    I’m sorry Dora, I was asleep. I never would have done it to you if I was awake. This is what I told her. When she sleeps she isn’t there. I don’t feel a warm presence next to me. She doesn’t dream. She barely breathes. I remember pulling her into me when she wasn’t so cold to touch.

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    Late Night Library

    We’re excited to announce our program of Late Night Library events for City of Sydney. Join us at Haymarket Library for a lot of fun, creativity, and a spot of ranting, at the following free events:



    Wednesday 3 September, 89pm

    Got something to get off your chest? Then get up on that soapbox! Join professional ranters, writers and comedians as they tell us what they really think. Hosted by David Henley, who may have a few grievances of his own to share, and featuring Benjamin Law, Lauren Beukes, Alice Fraser and David Hunt. Book here.


    Watch Your Step

    By Laura McPhee-Browne

    Past 1am on a Toronto summer morning, the 501 streetcar stopped at Queen and Ossington.

    ‘Watch your step!’ the streetcar driver bawled, exposing square buttery teeth as he watched a man step down into the street.

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    Round-Up: Novella Time!

    By Lucy Faerber

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    The Record

    By Vijay Khurana

    On the last day of his freedom, the great Grygory Vrevca went to visit his daughter. The authorities had traced him to the basement of a building in Prague, a damp apartment with bare brick walls below a hosiery shop. The police surrounded the place, but Grygory predictably escaped – he and his bodyguard Kovac knocked through the ceiling, prized up the floorboards, and swung themselves into a scattering of startled customers in the shop above. He bought a pair of the best silk stockings for his daughter then walked calmly out of the shop, right past a line of officers who were watching their colleagues hack through the apartment door with an axe.


    The Zombie Horde

    By Anthony Holden

    The doors slid open and the first long-haul survivor shot out: a business type with laptop and suit bag – a gate-lounge veteran – full of grim purpose as he power-strode to the taxi rank.


    Burying PabloStories of Sydney

    By Stephen Pham

    I slip on a white shirt just as the phone starts buzzing. It’s mum. She says, ‘The cat just died.’

    I reply in Vietnamese. ‘Huh? Happened which that – no have thing, child come down now. Mother don’t do thing stop, okay?’

    She agrees and hangs up. I do up my shirt. My fingers fumble with each button. When I’m done, I head down to Newtown station and catch the next train to Cabramatta. It’s a tin can, with doors that rattle open. I step inside and it smells like sweat. I go downstairs, tiptoeing my way through the spilled coffee on the floor, and pick a shady seat. I look out the water-stained window and, as I get further away from the city, the people standing on the platform become less young and more colourful.


    Viva La Novella 3 is Open!Come ye merry writers

    Today we announce that submissions are open for our Viva La Novella 3 competition. Once again we are inviting authors from Australia and New Zealand to submit manuscripts of between fifteen and fifty thousand words for the opportunity to win $1000 and a publishing deal with Seizure.

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    Light Dance

    By Elizabeth Bryer

    ‘On every new thing,’ writes W. G. Sebald, ‘lies the shadow of annihilation.’


    BARBEDSwear Jar

    By Toby Fitch

    A latest offering for Swear Jar is an angry inversion of Rimbaud’s poem ‘Barbare‘. Pardon our French!


    Drug Baggies

    By Holly Childs

    I want to rob. My parents’ house was robbed the day I was born. I have three big sisters; all of my stories are hand-me-downs. When I was little, all I wanted to write about was adult acne and how celebrities don’t have it. Except Posh Spice did, but she had rich-people treatments and then it stopped. I want to rob Victoria Beckham. I’m watching ‘Say You’ll Be There’, the second single from the Spice Girls, the only clip in which Posh’s ‘bad’ skin is kinda noticeable, if you watch it on HD, which didn’t exist when the Spice Girls did. ‘Bad skin’ as in ‘naughty skin’.


    The NeighbourExtract

    By Julie Proudfoot

    Coming up this week is Julie Proudfoot’s official launch of her book, The Neighbour.

    We thought we’d give you a little chunk of text from Chapter Six to wet your whistle.
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    Round-Up: Produce and Consume

    By Rebecca Slater

    Your guide to joining the sweet cycle of literary production and consumption in Australia!


    Agony Aunt – Garage Graveyard

    Dear Agony Aunt,

    I spent 18 months of my life interviewing, photographing, writing, designing, laying out, producing (and having professionally printed in China), living and breathing a hard cover coffee table book. The first six months after the launch was great, okay, hard work. I did it all myself (aside from retaining the services of a professional editor) which I am immensely proud of. I have sold/gifted around 500 of 1000 books, which I hear is not bad, but it didn’t even pay for band aids and now my garage has become a sad and sorry graveyard. It’s a great book (if I do say so myself); I did hate it there for a while, but now I’m feeling sad for it and need to do something to move the last of the stock. Alas my post-production sales enthusiasm has dried up and I need help and inspiration on how I can relieve myself of the rest of my babies, so I can move onto a new book or project. Any advice that doesn’t involve matches and deranged laughter?

    — Garage Graveyard

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    TankwaKaroo, 13h41

    By Lauren Beukes

    An exclusive short-story from bestselling author Lauren Beukes – winner of the Arthur C Clarke Award, author of Moxyland, Zoo City and The Shining Girls


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