Archive for the 'Short Fiction' Category

Some writers complain that although they want to write, they just don’t know what to write about. In another life (as a classroom teacher) I constantly heard this complaint. I rarely have this problem. In fact, I usually have far too many things to write about. My problem is choosing which one to write about [...]

On Thursday of this week I attended my monthly writers’ group in Adelaide. It’s one of two I regularly attend; the other is devoted to poetry only. We usually gather for pizza at 6pm and then start into reading and critiquing each other’s work. The readings are based on a challenge set the month before. [...]

George George didn’t know why he was there. Or how he had got there. Well, actually he knew the method of getting there ‘ several plane flights and then non-stop climbing for several weeks. Though it seemed like an eternity. The guides had said it was a trek. What an understatement. It was a trial, [...]

Charlie Charlie stopped. He looked up, then ran to the window. Gloria had just driven into the driveway. Charlie knew he had some explaining to do. He ran the door, waiting anxiously while Gloria rattled the keys into the lock. “Hello Charlie. You’ve been a good boy then?” Charlie skipped around her ankles. “Of course [...]

One day I had to stay indoors the whole day because it was raining cats and dogs. I was bored out of my brain. I started getting under Mum’s skin. I thought that she was going to blow her top. “Stop getting under my feet!” she yelled. Well, you could have knocked me down with [...]