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  • Writing Wife Life

    Writing Wife Life

    My amazing writing Wifey, Kylie Eklund-Denman, wrote a blog about having a writing wife. Well that’ll be me, what a blast! So I had to share. Read more

  • Green Sky

    Green Sky

    Liam Michaels was crying in the staff restroom again, when the receptionist knocked hesitantly on the door, interrupting his weekly purge of guilt and emotion. Bonnie’s free hand held her nostrils closed against the smell of the men’s toilet. “Mr Michaels? Mr Michaels are you in there? Are you OK?” Mr Rogers, the boss of Read more

  • To Valhalla!

    To Valhalla!

    ‘We can’t do it,’ says Roman, wiping his tears. ‘It’s too hard. I’m telling Mum.’ ‘No! We promised Grandad,’ says his twin Rommy. ‘But, how can we get him down the stairs?’  ‘The kayak,’ says cousin George. ‘We know about the kayak, …Ohhh!’ says Rommy, ‘we bring it here, and kayak him down the staircase!’ Read more

  • Sibylla and the Skin Pockets

    Sibylla and the Skin Pockets

    Sibylla stared at the pockets in her skin. “I don’t remember those being there before,” she thought as she started patting them down, like a tradie looking for where she’d left her keys. The pockets were neat and without any scar tissue. Some were voluminous with generous give. She imagined she could store a small Read more

  • Marinated Fairy Queen

    Marinated Fairy Queen

    I’ve never seen the streets of Paris so quiet, but then again, I’ve never been walking them at 4am on Christmas morning before. I can tell from the quills of water vapour steaming from my mouth, it must be very cold, well below zero. Cold for a human that is. In my present form such Read more

  • The Boat

    The Boat

    A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the boat looks around fruitlessly. Her name is Vida. There’s no sign of shore, no leading lights. She imagines the shore must be straight ahead of her, where the boat is Read more