
Interloping
By Jack Hipwood I want to tell you how I became the…

By Jack Hipwood I want to tell you how I became the…

By Coco-Lily A wise Me once asked: why do you own a…

By Jacinta Rossetto “Could you just talk to him?” Emily’s Dad asked.…

It’s Monday morning, the last week of year eight, and Mum has…

By Esther Vale I took the train and walked the rest of…

By Isabella Jensen Mary leaned against the veranda railing and blew steam…

By Isadora Dean Kenny was born in a broken bathtub in a…

Every year during Welcome Week, creative writing faculty host Nightmare Nuggets, a…

By Brittany Bentley In the low tide I trek across the mudflats of Coochiemudlo, a…

by Cameron Walker “Mother died today”, or maybe yesterday. I can’t be sure. The note which I’ve unfolded…