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
Tag: comedy
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 … Continue reading On Departing Night
A Short Hike in Lundra
The rain tumbled down, drenching the over-soaked trail and casting a cloud over the decision to have a picnic.It was a bothered kind of rainfall, a cascade of laundry-flooded sheets that billowed and blanketed across the embattled countryside, rolling down hills and valleys so torrentially that the land was water-logged passed the point of etymology.Trudging … Continue reading A Short Hike in Lundra
Balendup Video Rentals
‘Well, that was ominous.’ Across the duality of times spent working or left in waiting for work to end, the final rostered hour of Balendup’s lone video shop had long maligned the attention span of the store’s most adjacently-dedicated staff members.Too late to put on a good horror movie and too early to put on … Continue reading Balendup Video Rentals
🎾 The Balendup Open
“Below is a short excerpt of the Balendup Oval local tennis tournament, originally broadcast on the nineteenth of September (1991) by Balendup AM. As all AM broadcasts are legally mandated to be recorded by a stenographer, we are able to present this now declassified document in its original format without further context. -Mel Harris, the … Continue reading 🎾 The Balendup Open
To Sell A Manor Haunted.
‘Ok, you can do this.’Simon closed his eyes and breathed in as the sound of the approaching carcreaked and grumbled upon the loose stone of the sloping driveway. An ill-windin that moment passed by, drawing a dusting of rain in its spectre and caused achill to run up the real estate agent’s nervous spine. The … Continue reading To Sell A Manor Haunted.
🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
There was trouble brewing in the bog. Drella stood over her cauldron and admired the boiling broth within. A bog witch is well accustomed to trouble. From curious young ravens who practice their ominous foreshadowing by lingering in the corners of a witch’s vision, to foolish young townsfolk who march off into the wilds to … Continue reading 🧹 The Troubles of a Bog Witch
The Balendup Hills
Extract taken from C.F Peterson’s A Trundle Through the Balendup Hills - 1971. It was a sleepy day in the bush.An easy wind fluttered through leaves upon dreaming eucalypts and the thunk of a nearby kookaburra is heard as it falls from its branch in a bundle of feathers and a harangued squawk. It was … Continue reading The Balendup Hills
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
Blasting to Nowhere
'Blast! I seem to have ruined my trousers.' Deep within the tangled wires of a laboratory under renovation, the interminably perturbed Dr Bertram Everbridge shook the mangled scraps of fabric from his right ankle begun counting his toes as a matter of precaution. ‘Five on the left, five on the right. Even as a matchbox.’ … Continue reading Blasting to Nowhere
Sunday Short Stories 