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...
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 3: Deep Down
[1986] I poured another glass of Victoria Bitter from the tap, tilting it to keep the froth at acceptable levels while I stared at a...
Strange Times - Part 2: Hell Coach
[1979] Peter has asked me to write about something weird for his anthology. I didn’t have to think very far at all, I knew what I’d write...
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...
Upon Viewing
Urban legends have little basis in concrete facts, statistics or evidence. That’s why I dislike them. Almost all urban legends rely on...
Three Beers In, Twenty-One Old
The firs time I felt old, I was twenty-one years old. It happened at the counter of a bar in Melbourne’s north that’s quickly becoming...
False Idols
Have you ever had someone say something to you and it just stuck? Like a kind of glue, you’d recall it over and over until it becomes a...
Cat Eyes
I swear to god I’ll kill them all. It was kind of cute at first, but this is getting ridiculous, unreasonable. I could bear it, grit my...
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...