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...
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 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 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...
Strange Times - Prologue
The town where I grew up was a strange place Haverbrook was the name, east of Melbourne in deep, mysterious Gippsland. It wasn’t quite...
The Ones We Don’t Play With
[originally intended for the Haverbrook series of short stories, this one didn't end up meshing with the rest of them in terms of the...