atlas was here.
Leif Irlin wasn’t a miserable man by any stretch of the imagination. Being the gatekeeper wasn’t hard, really, was it, it just required some standing and thinking. Both of which he was perfectly equipped to do. He was tall, handsome by anyone’s standards, his black hair was spiky no matter what he did to it,... Continue Reading →
Soft as a thistle in the field near the town, wiry as the fences wrapped around it, was Loritz the scarecrow, Loritz the has-been and never was, a waif and a stray and most damning of all, entirely unemployed. He was there in the morning, laughing at the crows who wouldn’t have stopped to give... Continue Reading →
Grace was ill her whole life. She was a woman that was small, slight like a bird, who walked softly and made the whole room seem silver. She was never older than twenty-four. Alistair was a man already on his way to greatness, with red cheeks and dark stubble, and people flocked to him every... Continue Reading →
Unlike the many, many tales of this sort, this is not a ghost story. No. Reece was very much alive. But looking back on it now, the elements are much the same. Oscar Barnlow, unlike some other people I could mention, was not particularly a gothic hero. He wasn’t sent to the town of Hereden to... Continue Reading →
‘Oscar’s Diary’ is an introductory piece to my characters Oscar Barnlow and Tina Garraway, and was written for the podcast ‘The Table’. Listen to the podcast of this piece here. PART 1 Monday Dear diary, Since the train won’t be arriving for another fifteen minutes, I thought I’d let you know that I’m late to work.... Continue Reading →
He was exploring, once again, drifting like a lost ghost down the familiar corridor. At the end of the corridor, he knew that to his left there was the grand staircase, a hundred and eight steps that ascended to the crumbling classrooms of Fates House. But to the right lay the unexplored territory of the... Continue Reading →
(This was a piece originally published for the University of Melbourne's People of Colour magazine, Myriad 2018. Check it out here.) Ignorance is bliss - well yes, it was. You were someone who didn’t know about the ways of the world at all. You sat at home in your own little world and didn’t let... Continue Reading →
Altern House 