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 … Continue reading Hobley Rd. Nursery Supplies →

The Three Accountants

‘You’ve fallen down then?’ In the dreary grim of a fog laden cemetery, two strangers gazed into the gloom and thought on matters of elevation.It was still.Lowly bowed conifers lilt wearily with dew as a breathless-air coils through branches timorous and cold. It was a furtive kind of nightfall. Where lithe shadows slip silkily between … Continue reading The Three Accountants →

Complaints Department

In an office of executive minimalism, painted to be holistically awash with an abundance of cooperate grey, a single telephone rang fourteen times before it was answered. 'Welcome to the complaints department, how may I help you?' 'He-hello? Complaints?' 'Yes, my dear parrot, you are coming through quite clearly and with excellent resonance. Now, to … Continue reading Complaints Department →

Grass

'Grass is a carpet,' said Mat, yawning as he lent back onto a fence post and content in the belief that he had just discovered something quite profound.The land was vast in this part of the steppes, fields that swallowed the horizon stretched off in totalic wonder as the enormity of this world became unflatteringly … Continue reading Grass →

Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer

'Did you know that a beer bottle fits perfectly inside an empty can of snow-peas?' 'What are you on about?' Claire replied, vocally severing the prefix off of the word nonplussed and tossing the lexical fragment into a bin, 'Please don't tell me this is how you spent the day, Martin, you were supposed to … Continue reading Tinned Peas and a Bottle of Beer →

Damn These Technological Pinecones

'Go for a flight Icarus, it's a beautiful sunny day.' The steady thump of metal upon a different kind of metal reverberated through the small backyard somewhere in the outskirts of Brisbane. Strewn across the anhydrously curated back garden were tools, scraps of metal, and enough lost bolts to restock a bolt factory. In a … Continue reading Damn These Technological Pinecones →

John, why are there Grass Clippings all over the Floor?

A short story about a very odd friend.

The Killing of a Fox

Solemn eyes watched on as the Judge stepped into the churchyard and drew the iron gate closed behind him, eliciting a mournful howl as the ancient gate grated against the frost of this quiet winter morning.The sky was muted in greyness as though a blanket had been thrown across the entire heavens, a greyness that … Continue reading The Killing of a Fox →

To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary

‘What should we drink too?’ ‘Well how about we drink to the continued memory of your existence and how it burdens us to this very day’ Uncorking a bottle that was either vodka or formaldehyde–the labeling system of the mortuary was admittedly poor–Regan took a cautionary swig from the bottle: employing the scientific method of … Continue reading To Lay Carpet Within a Mortuary →

Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone

Steel clattered upon brass as a symphonic gale of wind swept across the battlefield and brought stillness to the clearing. Armour whistling with resonance Mikhael the Tuba knight removed his bell helmet and wiped the dirt and from his bleary eyes. An arrow, deeply embedded into his shoulder, caused his movements to be wrapped within … Continue reading Tuba knight and the order of the Sousaphone →