( Fiction set in a post-apocalyptic Australia )

[Trying out an Aussie voice; set in a dystopian Australia]We should've seen it coming. I mean, the signs were all there. Flooding and bushfires and even fucking tornadoes terrorising the country. Well, okay, the tornadoes were just in WA, but they were right by my place. I still remember the afternoon Blake's roof was blown halfway down our street. He's gone now, like pretty much everyone else. And ( Read more... )

It wasn't until I was giving my darling baby Daniel a bath and styling his hair with the water and suds that I noticed it. You might think I should have noticed earlier than the ten months stage, but I didn't. It took his new rock star hair-do for me to realise that he was the spitting image of my idol, Gareth Burns.

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( Post-apocalyptic fiction )

There was a warm glow emanating around the very Holy room. Ten angels were standing in a semi-circle when God entered, his presence filling the room. He knew not why He had been summoned, just that He had. The fact the all-knowing God did not know the purpose of the meeting should have been a tip off ( Read more... )

( Fiction from me this week )

"Here is a token of my appreciation," I said, handing over a pewter statue ( Read more... )

( Some more fiction from me )

( Some fiction for the home game )

( Another fictional piece from me )