The Colour Of Fish (A Western Australian City)

At the revolving-door feet of blue glass giants, the currents do not smile and do not look up. Distracted by only what lays before...
Annie Tomkins

Caffeine and Cocoa

“What would you like?” Daniel asked. Will grinned. “Can I push my luck and ask for one of those deluxe hot chocolates?” “You won’t have any...
Illustration by Ana Dukakis

Creative Writing: Level One – Start-Up

You like to think the start-up tune is a magpie made of pixels, crooning at noon, the new dawn. Back in Outside, your phone is turned...

Disposable Lives

They were only animals left feasting. Rotten corporate leftovers spilling from city bins. Trees, ancestors of the paper bags bearing that fast food insignia wept for the goodness...

Out of Time

“Time is running out of time” and I’m not happy with myself “Time is running out of time” in the absence of mother’s help “Time is running...

The Night

The night brings buzzing little insects that burrow into ears and crawl across flesh They surface when it’s quiet and dark They don’t exist until the plague   The...