The 5201st Rocket
[originally intended to serve as a little side-story to a greater sci-fi novel I wanted to write. Maybe one day I'll use all the pieces...
The Ones We Don’t Play With
(originally spun out of a Haverbrook story, don't know where this sits anymore) Must have been about two past midnight when the other...
Redundant
[written in 2011 for a high-school writing competition] It had happened so quickly and yet so slowly, all at the same time. Computers...
Time Guys
On Thursday we got the letter so on Friday we went into Centrelink; but on Monday, we went back in time. “I can’t believe we can’t get...
Chain of Command
The clan stared into the valley below. Grey without contrast save for blackened husks of trees, bark drawn tight across rotting frames. A...
Strange Times - Part 10: Beyond the Zero
I don’t want to tell you any of this. I feel ashamed of it. You keep asking me about it and it just doesn’t come out right. It’s always...
Strange Times - Part 9: Recollections
Haverbrook was founded in 1844. I remember that from a school project I did, a town founded on logging, farming, even a mine or two. I...
Strange Times - Part 8: Strange Loop
[1980] Eighteen-years-old and desperate to cure my writer’s block, I put an ad on the town notice board: Have something to say? I will...
Strange Times - Part 7: No Vacancies
[1977] A childhood friend called me up today. If those words above do not inspire in you a type of anxious apprehension, perhaps you are...
Strange Times - Part 6: After School
[1989] The primary school had no one around, dark, got the moon coming through the windows like art. Like I needed it to get scary, it...