V. Alexandra Street Tyler helped load the last of the speakers onto the back of the van. The beach party pack-out had been a success, with ravers teaming up to clean up after themselves. The ‘Leave No Trace’ philosophy was well instilled all around Fremantle and its surroundings. Not a speck of glitter could be … Continue reading Malice in Wonderland – Chapters V & VI/XII (novelette)
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Malice in Wonderland – Chapter III/XII (novelette)
(Previous chapter can be found below) III. The caravan The glass pipe glittered in Loz’s sun-worn hand as he warmed it from underneath with a jet lighter. My heart drummed in anticipation as he held it up for me. I inhaled long and deep, strapped in now, trying my hardest to return the gesture and … Continue reading Malice in Wonderland – Chapter III/XII (novelette)
Malice in Wonderland – Chapter II/XII (novelette)
(Previous chapter can be found below) II. Coolbellup The worn-out valves in Tyler’s car engine cranked and complained as he struggled around yet another roundabout. The sun-eaten red vehicle turned in discomfort as a queue of cars behind looked for ways to overtake the dying pace of the trap on wheels. Sweltering heat made it … Continue reading Malice in Wonderland – Chapter II/XII (novelette)
Malice in Wonderland – Chapter I/XII (novelette)
I: Sandtrax The full-moon beach party was cranking. Another one of those endless summer nights that makes you feel like you will live forever was coming to an end, but Tyler was far from calling it. Time was now slowly creeping back into play – resuming its relentless toll – as the drug and alcohol … Continue reading Malice in Wonderland – Chapter I/XII (novelette)
Crocs and psilocybin: a romance – short story
I first met R up in Broome at a party in our campground where cocktails and other mood enhancers were being thrown around freely. This was the peak of the season up there, with still warm nights and warmer days under the sweltering sun, always marked by a thin layer of fine, red dust. The … Continue reading Crocs and psilocybin: a romance – short story
Mood and golf swings – a short story
Antonio was a good-looking guy, and he knew it. Everyone in his close circle knew so as well since he kept on reminding you several times throughout random, unrelated conversations. When someone complimented him on his outfit or freshly shaved head, he would ask: ‘Have you ever seen a more stylish guy than me?’ with … Continue reading Mood and golf swings – a short story
