The Balendup Library Running Club II

And so, the four then became five.From terrified apologies to the vacuuming of the library lobby, Marla had rejoined the Balendup Library Running Club and the introduction of the ominously dusty Andrew to her fellow club members had both commenced and then slowly passed. The grey air was heavy outside as the languid shadow of … Continue reading The Balendup Library Running Club II →

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 →

Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn

The heat was pleasant, in the distance of several fence-lines a lawnmower hummed against the melody of a Sunday afternoon. The smell of dry-cut grass, the call of laughter from the park across the road, every piece had been interwoven into a tapestry of the perfect day and its beautiful simplicity was awashed with a … Continue reading Afternoon at a Yard of Bricks and Lawn →

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 →

Beer in a Wine Glass

Beer in a wine glass and the warm summer sun that bakes down upon the frosted surface of an outdoor dining table. Four chairs sit casually around this table, each in turn covered by a faded pinstripe plastic--once green and now only washed by rain and sunlight; they grow tacky under the heat of the … Continue reading Beer in a Wine Glass →

To Filt in the Waining Sun

The light was on, that’s always a good sign. Roger was always pretty adamant to turn the lights off when no one was home; he used to say things like ‘the house should get a chance to sleep too,’ before…anyway, he was always a bit funny. Walking up the stairs Mark knocked on the front door … Continue reading To Filt in the Waining Sun →

Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern

Woodbrush tavern, a welcome respite tucked away somewhere along the scattered trails of the greater Firwood. The tavern, in some legends, is said to be a mythical bed and breakfast that will appear to many lost travellers in their greatest moments of need, these same legend tellers have also been accused of being unnecessarily melodramatic and … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part 4: Woodbrush tavern →

Aya and Carrick Part I

‘Hmm, that probably isn’t right…’ A wet thudd of viscera began to slowly patter back to the ground; A new hole ripped into the road expired with stray a magical energy and nipped at slow pieces of air hungrily. Haggard and dressed in a moth-eaten brown robe, the stunned Wizard coughed while lying upon the … Continue reading Aya and Carrick Part I →