Fiction Archives

IF SHE HURRIES she may still eat today. She shuffles down the empty street, a small Vietnamese woman dressed...

By Dominique Wilson

IN THE NORTH of Queensland, at the cusp of the modern age, many singular events were recorded and others,...

By Patrick Holland

I FELT LIKE I should kiss her or hug her, but while I was still thinking she got in...

By Andrew Belk

DAVID HAD THE address scribbled on the margin of an article he wanted to finish reading in the car. Ellen...

OUT OF THE fixed constellation of his friends, B_ falls to earth like a small white stone. He is...

By Stephen Moline

Selected for Best Australian Stories 2007They had their hearts set on purchasing a piece of land up north, but...

By John Kinsella

I REMOVED THE sheet covering the cadaver and tried not to focus on the overall appearance of the deceased....

By Jane Nicholls

In memory of David Myers, 1942–2007 HENRY SAT DESPONDENT in The Golden Bowl. The restaurant was empty because he was...

By Michael Wilding

I WRITE TONIOGHT in a hotel room supplied by two congenial governments, having sent away the evening's inevitable prostitute....

By Patrick Holland

Selected for Best Australian Stories 2007IN THE MORNING we woke and it was like all the mornings we'd imagined....

By Shane Strange

Catching communistsI REMEMBER VERY very well the words the president used. We were all summoned to a big hall....

IT'S ELEVEN O'CLOCK in the morning but the tunnels below Seoul Town Hall are deserted; window grilles closed over...

By Charlotte Teek