Short stories

Kyle Wallace Kyle Wallace

Vodka and Coke

‘Ah, Doug,’ the Hawaiian said, shaking his head as he unbuttoned the tobacco leather sheath that held the knife at his waist, ‘This is going to sting.’ 

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Carol Kay MacKay Carol Kay MacKay

Mirage

My child’s hand pulls me toward the horizon, points. I pause and stare.

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Elizabeth Guilt Elizabeth Guilt

Dance up the Sun

I got out of bed, and shivered. Edith said it was the middle of April, and even I remembered April being warmer than this.

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Anna Rivers Anna Rivers

The Diggers

I am a digger. I'm one of a thousand and we were born to be diggers.

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Courtney Ackerman Courtney Ackerman

The Ocean, The Monster

The ocean is a monster, Georgie told Judy when he watched her throw a sand dollar into the water.

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Matthew Blissett Matthew Blissett

Remains

I had to go out. That meant a full hazardous materials suit to avoid the possibility of airborne contagion.

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Brenda Anderson Brenda Anderson

Phantasmagoria

Space split from time, the future began pulling away from the present, and tents appeared.

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Zayaan Ali Zayaan Ali

After the Deluge

The first of the buildings fell today. The salt had eaten away at the foundations, the water churned and crashed into the walls, until it buckled under the weight of sixteen storeys of concrete and collapsed.

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Christopher Moore Christopher Moore

The Cabin

It’s the silence that gets to you.

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Michael Casey Michael Casey

The Gentle Man

The emptiness of the library was as unsettling as always.

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Calum Parker Calum Parker

After the Storm

It has been one month since the solar storm and it doesn’t look like the power is coming back on.

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Jeremy Gadd Jeremy Gadd

The Confession

To start at the start, I suppose we must go back to the hospital.

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Lauren Vandewalle Lauren Vandewalle

The Island

Dull grey foam swallows the boulders at the cliff base. The foam, cliff and sky all fade into one, grey on grey on grey.

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Jasmin Kirkbride Jasmin Kirkbride

Suspirium Viridae

That summer was so hot the eucalyptus tree in the back garden dripped oil, making the whole neighbourhood smell disinfected and clean.

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Chris Preston Chris Preston

Osprey

Fresh, clean paper. Ages before us, people replaced it with small digital devices, replaced everything with those damned things. Then, The Singularity happened.

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