By Steve Gray Previous Episodes Take Over Time Laurie at the Bakery had worked hard for quite a while now, the same with his staff who were all quite dedicated, but something didn’t quite go as he had thought it would and the notion of running a business was
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Listen to the show here! By Martin Smith We were seated before an open fire one winter’s evening, my wife and I, when Boscombe, our maid, brought in a telegram. It was from Sherlock Holmes and ran in this way: WATSON -(STOP)- NEED URGENT ASSISTANCE -(STOP)- MEET ME ASAP
This issue is dedicated to the estimated 2,300 Australians who have died of suicide this year so far. I also had the pleasure of being notified that I upset some pearl clutchers at my local mental health clinic and as a result, I can now inform you that this
By Martin Smith ‘I took the Doc’s advice and decided that my first small step towards protagonism was to get myself a first name. I bought a book called Name Your Child and thumbed my way through the As. I thought about Ace, but it seemed a bit too
By Mel King Previous Episodes Charlie Maxwell, Narrator: When we last checked in on out motley band of plague survivors, you might recall that it was raining heavily. On Makers Mooring, an island just off far North Queensland, the rain appeared to herald the beginning of a tropical storm, and
by Andy Mclean Previous episodes ‘Side bet.’ The Pig mumbles to his equally porcine companion. ‘He goes down in the first thirty seconds.’ He gestures toward the darkness within box number four. ‘I don’t know …’ the other frowns and wiggles his fatty head. ‘Look at that black one. It’
by Pam Swanborough Soundtrack: Tower of Song; written Leonard Cohen, performed by Martha Wainwright This winter has all been about story telling. Not story reading or even story writing, but actual, in-the-flesh telling. Reciting out loud, as has been we humans’ ancient way. I saw The Odyssey movie
By Steve Gray Bijay didn’t always walk Shnuk as he headed down Darley Street but if the weather was right he liked to give the dog a different walk to his usual one, which was around their block at home. Today Bijay was heading to the bakery and was
By Elyse Harrison Inspired by the 1952 United States Coast Guard rescue of the SS Pendleton Verse 1 You worked hidden within the belly of a cargo ship, the year of 1952. Treacherous waves raised by ferocious storms claimed nearly all your crew. With other survivors, you were brought to
Hi folks, I hope you're enjoying this blustery day. I know there is a lot of news coming from Geelong Cereal lately but hey, it's been pretty great news! Micro fiction and why it matters: I want to take a moment to explain why the current
by Martin Smith ‘The two of us scuttled back to Woodland, our home in the forest, where we had a hell of a time putting ourselves back together. First, we tried duct tape, then staples, and then superglue. But that was a disaster as we got high on the fumes