Stories

Friday morning. 6am. The phone rings. It’s Michael. I’d been down the coast, visiting family…

“Dad, my wetsuit is gone!” my brother Genji stammers. We’re on school holidays and we’ve…

It was an oblong smothered in newspaper (Mum is fantastic at many, many things, but…

A cold, blustery wind had sprung up from the south. The surf roared beneath our…

“So, what does Pitty actually do?" "Oh, you know, like she's on Instagram a fair…

Hey champ,This letter comes with the following content warning:I wrote this delusional conglomerate of words…