december, dinner
Digg sits at the table he has laid and wonders who is missing. It is a warm Sunday afternoon in late December 2012, just after Christmas. It is the last dinner party of the year. The friends gathered on Digg’s…
Tag Issue 14
Judged
By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn It was being watched, but it did not know. The breeze was gentle and quiet, and its footsteps were even quieter. Its breathing was raspy and unsteady, and it smelt like mint leaves and blood. The…
Christmas Casual
By Nicole Jacobsen Beneath the clamour of passing customers the familiar tune of Santa Claus is Coming to Town began its hundredth iteration. Ella approached a man who stood at the display rack at the front of the…
Blinding Love
By Eurielle (Chelsea) Glenn The faint mumble of the television stirred me from my sleep. The brisk morning breeze was tender as it brushed at the draperies on the window. It allowed soft filtered sunlight into the room, and it streaked…
In Living Memory
By Nicole Jacobsen, for ScratchThat The car rolled to a stop and Dad sucked in a breath. ‘It’s gone,’ he said. ‘It used to be a corner store.’ He pointed to a car sales yard. ‘We used to stop…
The Crumbling Legitimacy of Queensland’s Consent Laws
Content Warning: This article contains discussions on sexual assault. In June, Queensland’s Attorney General Shannon Fentiman announced that Queensland is likely to adopt an affirmative consent model, but until then, Queensland remains one of the worst states in Australia for…
When Life Gives You Bananas
At the Gardens Point campus of the Queensland University of Technology, there is a room hidden atop an old, brick building, where scientists meet and conduct research unlike anywhere in the world. Their goal: to sure up the fate of…
Cooking a Crumble with Tiana Bryce
When we landed on Crumble for this issue, I knew we needed a recipe. The only problem is, I hate cooking. I don’t mean I just dislike it; I vehemently hate cooking with a passion, and if there was any…
Hard to Swallow
By Madison Blissett de Weger That night I was woken by the sound of my feeding tube clogging. The machine beeped long like a heartbeat flatlining. The sheets were soaked and stained with yellow chip sprinkles. My skin was sticky…
Paloma (Stir, Stirring, Stirred)
1. I never know if my tarot card pulls are accurate, or if I make them accurate. It’s easy enough to manipulate the meaning. Each morning I lay them all out face down, I flip the same card over, week…
