Martin Smith
Martin Smith
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? Archie suddenly jumped to his feet, the spoon in his hand fell to the ground. George looked up from his breakfast, a startled look puckered his face. ‘What the hell, he muttered as he watched Archie scurry to the
Kristine Fitzgerald
By Kristine Fitzgerald Have you read the previous chapters yet? Lying by the edge of the lake, Fletcher closed his eyes and rested. He had learnt a lot from his discussion with the other members of his group and he took his time allowing himself to absorb the new ideas.
J.S. Harman
Interviews- Writers Writing About Writing
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray An eclectic set of shops set in ‘downtown anywhere Melbourne suburbs.’ It’s a ‘T’ intersection with a mix of older and odd shops that have quaint appeal. Over the years, properties have been cleared out to provide parking for staff and customers, as well as parking
A winter edition of Microfiction Mondays will commence on Monday 1 June. We have already recieved some fantastic micro stories, and we've only just announced it, so we're looking forward to bringing you a banger first edition on the first day of winter! Everyone seems to
Martin Smith
Martin Smith
Martin's new serial – Hare, There and Everywhere – premieres on Geelong Cereal tomorrow (Sunday 24 May). Keep your eyes peeled! Martin Smith is an Australian author—a humorist, of sorts—of short fiction. He lives and writes in a beach house at the tip of the Bellarine Peninsula. When
Mel King
Happy Saturday, Cereal readers and contributors! I have a couple of exciting new writing initiatives to outline for you this morning. I hope they tickle your collective fancy. The trouble with serials. I first heard about Geelong Cereal right before it launched – I was complaining to a local writer that
Steve Gray
by Steve Gray Chapter one The air inside Sally's Bookstore was not merely still; it was deeply sedimented, a fragrant blend of aged paper, desiccated cedar, and the subtle, sharp tang of binding glue. Sunlight, filtered through the small, square-paned windows facing the cobbled side alley, fracturing
Kristine Fitzgerald
By Kristine Fitzgerald Have you read the previous chapters yet? For the first time since Fletcher had returned to this world, he felt he could now really do some exploring of his own. He was in his place—his place that he had created—and even though he might not
Denise Main & Ian Chisholm
by Denise Main Ian Chisholm Have you read the previous chapter yet? The storm hit. It was not long after they bade each other good night, though expecting winter’s chill to creep into their thin sleeping bags with them. A mean blast of icy rain laden wind barrelled in