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SCHOOL WAS FINISHED for the year, and only two days into the holidays we had the makings of a...

By Edwina Shaw

SAINT NICK WAS getting on, after all – he for one was not surprised to have fallen ill, at...

By Will Elliott

THE MOTHER OF my daughter's best friend called him ‘the composer'. She said she bought ironbark honey from him,...

By Patrick Holland

DEAR LANCE,I am sitting on the back seat of the bus, heading for Melbourne. This morning, my father took...

By Sydney Smith

BEN GETS ON the phone immediately and rings his brother who farms two hours' drive away. It's raining! he...

By John Kinsella

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

WHEN HE APPEARED to accept his fourth Miles Franklin award in the elegant surrounds of the Mitchell Library, Tim...

By Julianne Schultz

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

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