Short story: The Guardian



I’m the guardian of this place.

Short story: Golden



Through a golden haze, as terrible as the sun and as potent as a sealed garage full of petrol fumes, that’s how I see my future.

Short story: My Kingdom



He turns his face up toward the sun, and lets the warmth cascade down him like water, getting deep into the wrinkles that cut up his skin.

Book blog: The guide to The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy



Douglas Adams’s The Hitchhiker’s Guide To The Galaxy*, the idea for which initially came to him while lying drunk and penniless in a field far from home, grew from a modest radio program into stage shows, a trilogy of five books, a television series, a computer game, a comic book series, a series of towels, a Hollywood blockbuster, and re-adaptions for radio—and, of course, a fabulously successful worldwide phenomena.

Short story: Invitation



Wearing a mask and reeking of gin, the old sailor rolls crocodile tears down his face over the real tattooed ones.

Short story: Alleyway



It’s my turn to go in now.

Short story: The Swamp



Not so far from here, there’s a town that’s horseshoed by swamp and marshland, weighed down by dark undertows, strangled by deep roots from the mangrove trees that thrive on the blood and flesh of lost souls and shades.

Short story: Billy's Girl



Weasel stood at the bar. His nose pointed to a mean tip like the end of a switchblade, and his eyes had a natural narrowness about them like he had a perpetual cigarette jammed in his mouth and the smoke kept smarting at his eyes.

Short story: Happily Ever After



“Cinderella,” Tess Darcy spat, “Is possibly the stupidest story in the world.”

Día del Patria


The whole school... with Kaleb hiding out on the left up the back.

The 14th of September is a big deal here in Nicaragua - so big, in fact, that the street we live in is named after it. It's Nicaraguan independence day or some such the like, so that means that in the lead up there's a lot of flag waving and performances and other excitingly patriotic occurrences.

Short story: The Phonecall



It’s getting dark. I’ve probably been sitting here now for a couple of hours and I don’t think that I can move because the idea of getting up and getting out means that I would have to figure out what to do next and I just don’t think I can do that.

Short story: The Village Store



- Oh my god... Harry? Help me, somebody DO something, somebody HELP me PLEASE, HAROLD, NO!

Children's Story: Pinkie Doo And The Diamond Pattern Sock



Pinkie Doo was very worried.

Short story: Where's Laura?



She’s calling me. I can hear her, like a bell. I know that people talk of bells tolling and voices being clear as a bell, and it’s something of a cliché, but I can hear her voice like a bell because that’s how it sounds when she laughs.

Short story: Big Night Out



Monty sat on his bar stool and twiddled dejectedly with the toothpick he’d plucked from the dispenser earlier.

Hípico


Taking a well earned rest

But, of course, this is Nicaragua we’re talking about, celebrator of the virgin, and she certainly hadn’t yet been sufficiently celebrated. So we all had a public holiday on Wednesday the 15th, and then on Saturday night there was a whole lot of excited firecrackers going off all over the show from the various churches continuously for over an hour.

Short story: Bondi Rescue



The man paused at the top of the stairs leading down through the grassy slopes to the promenade. He gazed out at the water, sparkling and dancing in the early afternoon sunlight.

Short story: Envy in Life and Art



It was a collection of beautiful people, luscious people, dynamic people, mysterious people, thin people, poised people.

Short story: The almighty embarrassment



No. 4, Everywhere st, August 1.

"Breakfast!" Tiff stood at the kitchen sink, wearing a demure floral print sun-dress that came in at the waist and dropped to just below the knee. Wearing light pink slip on sandals that were both comfortable and complimented her outfit.

Short story: Weatherman



Okay guys, we have a situation here. I think it's a fairly major situation, but I can't actually be sure because I never really paid attention when they were explaining how all this shit works. And why should I have? It's not like I want to be here or anything.

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