It’s windy outside and drafts make the flames flit about. Shadows move across the paper. Dear Bella, It’s weird what happens to you when you live in a shack by yourself with no power and a gun-toting freak next door and thoughts of your girl. I’ve been losing the plot a bit out here. Bad dreams a...
@page { margin-bottom: 5.000000pt; margin-top: 5.000000pt; } CAMP PSYCHOToday the loudmouths at school are crapping on about the Stirling Ranges like they’re the Himalayas, like they know all about wild camping and mountain climbing and trekking. They’re just full of shite, full of themselves. Th...
They knew each other better than they liked to admit, would occasionally look up from their amber lifelines and say a few words, like: ‘Seen John?’ ‘Huh?’ ‘John. Yer seen him. Around.’ ‘Not for a while.’ ‘Keepin’ a low profile, I reckon.’ ‘Yeah. Keepin’ his head down.’ Conversation picked up when...
I watch as she plops the porridge into a bowl and drizzles honey on top. She blows the steam away gently and sits in the chair next to Mei. Mei squiggles in her seat. ‘Do you like porridge?’ Mum asks, offering her the Peter Rabbit spoon. Mei looks into the bowl. ‘Porridge,’ Mum says. ‘Pozzage,’ M...
I have gone to get help. Our glider crashed yesterday (Saturday).Spencer checked the time. It’s 6 in the morning. This is my Dad, Rory Gray. We live at 18 Winton Road, Skippers Cove. 9671-1121. Dad has a woond in the back of his head that’s been bleeding. I think his leg is broken too. Dad has ha...