The Lookout
It was February, the third week of term, and we were going on camp for four nights. At assembly, Mr. Thorn said we would…
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Eagle boys at the End
The suburbs are cloaked in a smoky orange haze; it sinks down slowly over the rooftops and sifts through tree branches and power lines…
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Grandfather’s Beard
When the family cat Poppy dies at the ripe old age of sixteen, I am eleven and the only one that seems to realise…
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Hunting Conch Shells
Some memories have archives, and these exist in a book I kept when I was seven. I would pay my way in the world…
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{HERP} {ERMT} {PBT}
He asked her where she’d found them. She’d said it didn’t matter. She said she could guarantee it wouldn’t happen again. Not for them….
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Punjabi Palace Bus Crash
Karolina was on the bus when it hit Punjabi Palace. She had noticed the bus driver when she had got on, because he’d tapped…
Read MoreThere Is The Vague Memory Of Strike Bowling, Part 3
On the way to Strike Bowling they passed Albert Street where some council workers were taking down a “Peace, Love & Joy” sign. ‘Jesus…
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There Is The Vague Memory Of Strike Bowling, Part 1
*read along with Oliver Mol…if you daaaaare* Charlie was standing outside “Strange Circumstances”, a new club in Brisbane that had modelled itself on Melbourne’s…
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