Fiction Archives

WE WERE WATCHING television when we heard the sound. It was strange and yet familiar at the same time,...

By Kris Kneen

SATURDAY MORNING AND I'm out of bed and running in the garden in my pyjamas. It is warm and...

By Phillip Siggins

IT WAS AT the Kunsthistorisches Museum in Vienna that Edith noticed that Ian was behaving in a curious way,...

By Frank Moorhouse

JASON CUPPED THE dog's testicles in the palm of his left hand and rolled them back and forth between...

By Andrew Humphreys

IT WAS A long time ago and we were unemployed. Me and Mike were sitting in his carport drinking....

By Jeremy Chambers

IN THE BEGINNING, my mother took the form of a book. A 220-page paperback, with a cream and orange...

By Edwina Preston

SHE STRUCK ME as attractive in a certain way, the way the head of a well-made axe can be...

By Nick Earls

LASTING A GOOD part of a minute, the sound was akin to the roar of two hundred horse carriages...

By Emma Ashmere

I WAS SEVENTEEN when the tide went out. I felt it in my lungs. At the height of its...

By Megan McGrath

ENORMOUS THINGS ARE in the water now. Bull sharks roll below the surface and carp with whiskers like whips...

By Anna Krien

ALICE TURNS HER key stealthily, like they're breaking into someone else's life. She pulls Drew after her, kicking the...

By Rose Michael

SHE WAKES IN darkness, shivering, a sudden chill on her back like the breath of a ghost. She lies...

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