Albrecht Durer
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Short stories written most-every-so-often.
Welcome to an ever-growing collection of short stories.
Light-hearted and quick enough to read while waiting for the kettle to boil, a new story will be posted right here, mostly on Sundays, sometime after breakfast, once or twice a month. [AEDT]
Don’t know where to start? Try the one directly below…
The River Denly
The river was gloomy. A rich field of bog and heather lay patiently beside a river grey with apathy, its eddies and creeks coiling endlessly through hills of East Lundria. Beside them, moss lined footpaths of pebble and shale formed their own channels, twisting and turning, converging towards the babbly burble of every watercourse that flowed…
Hobley Rd. Nursery Supplies
Widely spanned drops of rain fell languidly upon the hedge-lined main street of Hobley Road; usually bustling shops lying restful in the early dawn-light. Dotted and personable, the Cafés of this street became illuminated, setting their al fresco milk crates and tables upon the pavement; an easterly wind rustling the newspapers left upon doorstep and…
Morning’s Humour
‘What would you say the standard measurement of milk is?’There was a depth to the seemingly innocent question that threatened to upend the sanity of the so recently begun shift term. Seconds passed as Neil tried to internalise the question. ‘Governed by who?’ he asked, warned about engineer Cuddy’s hypotheticals and wary of an argument that…
On Departing Night
The night was settled.With head drooped and sandy-eyed, the final hours of the dwindling year made themselves ready for the coming of morning, a low-dimmed lonely moon at rest upon the horizon, soft slow drifting clouds underlined with sliver as the windless night exhaled. Suburbia’s dotted hills began slowly switching off their lights, the fading…
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