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Chronicle of a Death Foretold

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By Nichole Overall

Argus Houbert was very young when he was first told just how and when he was going to die.
It was a fortune-teller from the Circus who revealed this disturbing information to him. She did not tell the pale, spindly boy who visited her that cloudless summer afternoon to be unkind; rather, after placing her tattered cards on the rickety table behind which she sat within her small, mildewed striped canvas tent, Madam Delphi at first sought to keep the knowledge from him. Argus however, detected something was amiss and assured the tiny, withered woman that although he was only seven, having been raised in one of the most deplorable orphanages in the country meant he felt he was virtually a man and could deal with whatever she had to tell him.
Little did the boy realise that what she would impart to him then would change the course of his life forever and after that, the only thing he could ever completely be sure of again was that it was not necessarily for the better. [Read more…] about Chronicle of a Death Foretold

Just Talking

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By Jared Golub

“It was furry and pink and coming towards me incredibly fast. My first impulse was to run away. So, I did. I ran out of the backyard and all the way down the block to the gas station my father always bought his cigarettes from. I was panting and crying, and when that finally stopped, I realized one of my shoes had fallen off somewhere. I never found it. And I’ve been running away from stuffed animals ever since.” [Read more…] about Just Talking

Indigo

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By Michael Leath

“By chance are you single?” the girl with the crumpled fender, steam erupting from the gaping maw located on the side of her bent hood, asked.
Some people have such a casual relationship with life. I could see she was one of those who possessed uncomplicated expectations that all things would work out in her favor. This presupposed notion suggested whatever she might say would be as appropriate as congratulations cavalierly tossed about wedding receptions. [Read more…] about Indigo

Blue Northern Rock

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By Charlie Keys Bohem

The Northman knows there is a world below his own, but that so long as he bears witness there is no world above him. The Northman knows that putting ginger in beef jerky is a good idea. The Northman knows art – the Northman knows that art is what happens when he is left alone for a very long time with a camera. The Northman knows his place; he knows that stagnation is transitory, like the stop his bicycle must make when the bridge lifts to allow a barge passage upriver. Where is the barge going? Hasn’t he told you? [Read more…] about Blue Northern Rock

Manifesto

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By Luke Usry

He wrote his manifesto at the typewriter desk his mother had given him for his eleventh birthday. There was no typewriter, only the little wooden parts that swiveled in and out like miniature shelves and made the whole thing seem more like a bizarre contraption than anything remotely functional. He had wanted a new skateboard.
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My Epileptic Dog

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By Nathan Gross

The first time my dog Ginger-Blue had a fit, the cat died. They were pretty close so maybe it would’ve been a normal reaction, except Ginger-Blue, she’d thrashed around epileptically before the cat died.
When my parents planned an unexpected visit Ginger-Blue flipped out two days in advance.
When the sausages were off, Ginger-Blue had a fit before I even opened the fridge.
By the time she threw two fits before the bounce of the Richmond-Carlton AFL final, I didn’t even turn the telly on. I could see what was happening. Ginger-Blue was articulating her ESP of bad omens through her epileptic fits. [Read more…] about My Epileptic Dog

Afghanistan

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By Anne Carr

“It’s very simple, remember….” Zarak paused for a moment as he looked down at the two wires sticking out of his vest.

“You just touch the two wires together. That’s all you have to do. You won’t be harmed and you just run back to the others.”

“D’you know where we’re going?”asked Shaukal.
“No, I heard them say it’s important that where we go is a surprise,” said Zarak.
“D’you think it’s far from here?” continued Shaukal.
“No, I think it’s near. I think it’s the checkpoint on the mountainside or,” Zarak hesitated, “maybe the police station in the market. No-one will stop us going through the checkpoint to the market so early in the day.”
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