The Dive
One Mississippi… Decisions had been made—some good, some bad—but either way here I was facing the consequences. Two Mississippi… It was a uniquely liberating feeling. Embracing the impending end, yet…
A Writer's Journey
One Mississippi… Decisions had been made—some good, some bad—but either way here I was facing the consequences. Two Mississippi… It was a uniquely liberating feeling. Embracing the impending end, yet…
Mist licked at Aidith’s threadbare boots as they reached the summit at the Edge of the Horizon. Aidith threw a gentle kick at the playful fog, watching it fold back…
The light was fading fast as Andre walked the length of the jetty. Lake Emmitt had always been a favourite destination during the holidays, the clean, crisp air off the…
Aisha entered the temple for the seventh time, her pale, blue eyes locked on her feet. She could still feel the stares, hear the whispers of the witnesses over the…
What-ifs and imagine-isms: the building blocks of make-believe. This is the reason I love what I do—why I love writing; why I love reading. I fell in love with ancient…
Below is an extract from The Vessel by Matthew P. Copping – published October 2018 as part of Australian Speculative Fiction’s Beginnings Anthology. Morning sunlight filtered through the curtained window.…
I lifted my trunk, letting a jet of water free and trumpeting in pleasure as it pattered and pittered amongst the murky water. “Coco!” Mother yelled angrily. “Have I not…
“… incoming.” Paul barely made out the words over the thack… thack-ing of his ball against the concrete walls. He peered out the dusty common room window and saw Wayne…