The Bridge


You crossed the bridge, into dark. They say it is light there, but I know it's not. The bridge dangles in two parts, like a snipped string. Today, I’m buying a hammer and nails and rope to make the repairs and bring you back again. Will you speak to me from the other side of …

Writing Prompt: The Detective’s Last Case


The circular glow of orange street light. Rain. Night. The perfect setting. Hanover pulled up and got out, his steel-tipped boots rapping on the cement floor, echoing all around him as he strode across the carpark towards David Leppie. Leppie stood next to his car, his hands in his pockets jiggling nervously. Jesus, the guy was …

Writing Prompt: Weekend at the River – A Bricolage 


The dogs had been barking at the edge of the gully for a full hour, an ominous nerve-racking sound, for it echoed down the gully and from the caves on the other side. Some kids are skipping stones on the river down river. I wish they’d float away with their bellies up. Over the balcony …

Writing Prompt: Orson Scott Card’s “Ender’s Game”


Petra plonked herself down in the commander's mess, next to her toon leader. Her legs ached from the morning battle against Rabbit Army, which they'd won, but only by a fluke at the last minute. Two of her mostly frozen soldiers and had managed to get their helmets onto the last two point of the gate, …

The Chair


He was back in the chair again. It had taken - what, all of two days? He slapped his thick palms against the scratched wooden frame and dug his nails into the red velour beneath his thighs. Outside, he could hear the other kids playing and shouting. The regular thud of a basketball on the asphalt. …

The Lamp


The lamp lay in shattered, jagged bits on the floor, scattered into the far corners of the world. He couldn’t remember his dreams from the night before, but he knew he had done it. The shade was torn, too. Slashed vertically in a dozen places with a knife that had since disappeared. Before that it had …