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He sat there on that bench watching the charade as if he was not their scapegoat. They had stripped him of his dignity, that had been easy enough. They had taken everything he owned and had demolished his reputation. The events of the past six weeks had completely unravelled twenty years of hard slog. As he took stock of the losses he calculated that he had only two things left; the truth and an unwavering set of values. The truth, as it turned out, was of no value at all, so he turned his mind to what his mother had taught him – focus on the things you can control and don’t give up until you’re dead.

» Posted By pip333 On 03.21.2014 @ 6:28 am


At the forefront of Beeker’s mind was an imaginary world. He has spent the summer months populating it with the type of creatures and heroes that could put Mrs Thompson back in her place any day of the week.

» Posted By pip333 On 03.18.2014 @ 1:11 am


Georgia began in workmanlike fashion, setting out her brushes and palettes in precise arrangements. It was the calm before her storm. The easel had been a gift from her grandfather. He had used it to paint the brutal atrocities of war. Once her colours had been mixed in the exact shades of the desert sky before her, she leaned in to the canvas and went about restoring the peace.

» Posted By pip333 On 03.07.2014 @ 3:15 am


High in an apartment in mid town Manhattan Josie took occupancy of her grandmother’s living room and began to write. Aided by only coffee and single malt whiskey, she pieced together the story that would unravel Politis and shake the foundations of Wall Street. All the while she felt nervous, terrified by the consequences of her truth. She lost weight and lived in a state of constant paranoia. Josie was worried they would track her down before she was done.

It was not until the second winter has passed and the snow melted from the edges of the balcony that she typed the last words and printed out the final copy. She tapped the pages firmly against the kitchen table so they formed a neat block. She slipped the wad into a manila envelope and held it to her thumping chest.

» Posted By pip333 On 02.27.2014 @ 12:20 am


Seemingly charmed, George had to work hard to compensate his family for his absence. The influx of gifts was constant. They cleared spaces for more flowers, jewellery, toys and games. In April they arrived home one day to find a golden labrador puppy pooping on the doormat. In August the dog was joined by an Andalusian pony who outgrew the back yard within weeks. George sent things he thought would make them happy, but he no longer knew them. He didn’t know if his boy could structure a sentence or throw a curve ball, and he never knew that his baby girl prayed to God very night for Daddy to come home.

» Posted By pip333 On 02.21.2014 @ 2:46 am


If there was a more positive wavelength available she lacked the fortitude to grab hold of it. Her thoughts and emotions stuck like glue to the spinning top that spiralled endlessly downwards. She knew the way ahead was inevitable. She put her head down and waited cautiously for a head on collision with catastrophe.

» Posted By pip333 On 02.11.2014 @ 5:21 am


Hers was an unkempt mind. She had hidden herself in a small windowless room and lived for years in the hazy glow of 24 hour cable tv. She favoured talk shows and soaps, to which she sat glued aside from the moving parts that fed her popcorn and noodles, donuts for morning tea and bars of chocolate for dessert.

» Posted By pip333 On 02.04.2014 @ 12:31 am


She had wanted to love him. Stay close. But after they televised her undoing on national television there was little hope. Her dad was a man of simple means. He preferred the predictability of country life. As long as there was beer and cricket he could not find the headspace for her complicated ways. He couldn’t understand her struggle let alone support it, so he put his head down, went quiet and stepped permanently to the sidelines of her life.

» Posted By pip333 On 02.01.2014 @ 4:05 am


The ramshackle outhouse at the bottom of the garden held dark secrets. It was there, with the rusty remnants of her ancestors piled so high they blocked the light from every window, that she tended to her collection. She had cleared a table in the corner of the room, under the broken light, and laid out each bone with meticulous care. She was busy rearranging the various parts of Clover’s spine when the door screeched open.

Olive did not take kindly to the unplanned visit of Mr. Clements.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.29.2014 @ 5:17 am


He came from a murky place, where there was little to keep him warm at night and his flea ridden dog doubled as a blanket.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.28.2014 @ 1:30 am


Her voice was hypnotic. She delivered news of massacres in Africa and a crash in the Dow as if it were a seduction. It was terrifyingly obvious that this woman could do me great harm. Would do me great harm. I fidgeted, picked up the phone and dialled her number.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.16.2014 @ 6:32 am


Allanah was always an obscure child and no wonder. Eggs and sperm from questionable Catholic stock were deposited hastily into a test tube and she was conceived in the mish mash. Not a match for her stronger, more viable embryonic siblings, poor Allanah was placed unceremoniously into a freezer for more than a year where she sat full of unrealised promise.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.08.2014 @ 3:34 am


Politis had grown used to the irritation of having to run a number of legitimate businesses in order to mask his real revenue streams. So long as you were armed with a good lawyer and a couple of mugs willing to fudge some paperwork for the price of a promotion, stealing from the punters was a far easier way to make money.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.05.2014 @ 9:18 pm


She did everything full force. Where other kids would fall out of bed and slip into their jeans, throw on their flip flops, Jessica turned up to college in heels and pearls.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.04.2014 @ 11:36 pm


New Years Eve hadn’t gone exactly to plan. After a few rounds of champagne cocktails, during which Jackie had managed to keep up respectable banter, the evening deteriorated quickly. By midnight she found herself with her face wedged up against a the passenger window of a red toyota, while a stubbly uni student called Derek grappled amateurishly with her bra. Having now somehow managed to get herself into this ungainly position she thought it impolite to leave before he was done with all of his fumbling.

» Posted By pip333 On 01.01.2014 @ 10:01 pm


There were four of them in the elevator. Within the fifteen seconds it took the to travel to the ground floor one of them had revealed that he was once an Archbishop. Another man, the tall one with grey eyes and his arm in a cast stared him down and calmly declared that he had been raped five times by the Archbishop of Boston when he was nine years old.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.31.2013 @ 5:03 am


She became a reckless buyer of financial products which were beyond the realm of her understanding. It was dangerous. And unbelievably profitable.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.27.2013 @ 1:19 am


Olivia was somewhat offended by the offer of crisps and beer. Her celebrity inflated ego had run ahead of itself and she now fancied herself snacking on more becoming snacks like Columbian chocolate and truffle infused canapes. She sneered at the waitress. A glass of Veuve please darling. And take those away.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.20.2013 @ 7:59 am


The battle against them had lasted seven endless years. Like a bad tempered ocean increasing momentum with time, it had pushed them over, then under and under again and again.

Each fragile attempt to resurface and live was met with resistance. More more threats, more charges, more demands, more legal fees and court appearances. But there came a day when delirious from the struggle, they were surprised to realise they were standing. Upright and free.

And now they were going to kick Helen’s arse.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.18.2013 @ 4:04 am


Donal shook his head. No idiot, they have ‘commissioned’ me for special duties. Duties in relation to that little real estate stuff up with the hospital. Fifty grand. I’ve got a week. You best lie low and I’ll see you at Crookwell when the coast is clear.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.16.2013 @ 8:43 pm


Barely able to breathe, Serena gently laid a wreath of violets at the foot of the coffin. That’s what she’d asked for in the fog of drugs and suffering of her final days. Serena’s hands clawed at the smooth mahogany, palms flat, fingers spread wide. Reaching out. Wanting to pull her back. Knowing she lay there, invisible, unreachable, beautiful. She’d never see her again. That face that cooed her, consoled her and counselled her through a thousand agonies.

The congregation of mourners twitched uncomfortably, looked away.

The horror welled up inside of her and found its way out in gut wretching sobs. Mumma. My Mumma. Don’t go.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.15.2013 @ 11:46 pm


Jolly dragged himself through the park like a corpse. He tried to open his eyes in the face of the sun, adjust his aperture, get a grip on his sinking self, but the wine and the pills from the night before pulled him back and left him staggering along in a haze. Children sidestepped and mothers cast accusatory glances.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.13.2013 @ 5:35 am


he came to her in a typhoon. when the violent winds circled and sucked up half the city and spat it back out in places it had no right to be, he landed on her door step, with his shirt torn and a gash on his head.

» Posted By pip333 On 12.02.2013 @ 9:45 am


Archie and Rose threw a bedspread over the Mantle’s armchair then propped it open on one side with the wonky dining chair. A tent, Archie announced. This is where we can make our plans.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.29.2013 @ 3:06 am


Fisher looker around. Mould, litter, cat shit. The place was seething with filth. Slumped down behind the frame of an old sofa he spotted Ricky’s feet digging into the floor. There were needles and crack pipes strewn about the room, left carelessly now. He hadn’t ever summoned the nerve to taste the poison she fed herself, but there was nothing that could make him see how she could derive pleasure from anything in this hellhole.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.26.2013 @ 8:29 pm


On a gloomy Thursday morning he did as the note asked of him. Fisher made his way to Circular Quay and boarded the 8.54am ferry to Watson Bay. Once the gates were closed and the old engines hauled the ageing ‘Charlotte’ out of the quay and around past the Opera House he made his way upstairs. He counted. Three rows from the back, seat closest to the window. He edged his way to the seat squeezing past a a couple of Chinese tourists. On most days Sydney sparkled from here, but today it looked like a messy industrial puddle, grey and menacing. Fisher rested his backpack on his lap and with some trepidation slipped his hand under the seat. It took him a moment to lay his fingers on it, but there, taped to the bottom of the chair was a small brown leather box.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.25.2013 @ 10:04 pm


Jackson was selling off the contents of his life. Shimmying his way, quite eloquently, out of his mortal coil before time. It had taken him seventy seven years to realise that he needed none of it. He figured from here on in he’d either be on the road, searching for solid companions and a soft pillow or he’d be laid up in hospital. Either way, his books and tools were of no use to him now.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.24.2013 @ 10:40 pm


He was a little naughty. Which she liked. What he lacked in looks he made up for with his irreverent sense of humour, which made him quite beguiling and appealed to her anarchic streak.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.20.2013 @ 4:30 am


At the edge of the shore, Dexter was lost in himself. He tunnelled and pushed and patted and moulded the sand into a magnificent fortress at least 8 foot long on one side. He had used shells and sticks and plastic debris to make doors and gates and windows and a stable for the unicorn. He was busying himself with the installation of an elaborate moat when a goatee afflicted adolescent, with half a brain if any at all, darted out of the water and launched himself fair at the sandcastle.

You giant arse, Dexter cried.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.18.2013 @ 10:29 pm


the room reeked of illness and stale breath. it was if an elderly person lived here. the child showed her through the dank hallway into the living room, where Odine’s disciple was laying prostrate on the floor in a vivid crimson robe.

» Posted By pip333 On 11.18.2013 @ 12:17 am

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