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>SHIPWRECKED by Tom Guerney
>And deep on the island, his prison, his hell,he was no longer Gary, but Mr Gazelle,and his hoof-boots were hard, and his horn-hat was tall,and his pelt-coat was thick, and his tail quite small.And...
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>UPSANDDOWNS
>My boyfriend spent more time in the elevator than he ever spent with me. This was my observation, and this was the theory I explained to him over breakfast. I told him that he worked on the 67th...
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>BONZER BILBY
> “What’s that supposed to be?” “It’s a bilby,” I say. “A what?” I blink a few times and say it again slower. I try not to look at Brendan’s yellow teeth that smell of peanut butter. He picks up my...
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>HERS
>Although the sun burned bright white against the distant shimmering of heat, there could yet be distinguished a sense of purpose guiding the single figure walking slowly amongst the scrub. The girl...
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>THE MYTH OF FINGERPRINTS
>A late March afternoon, brimful of birdscreech. Salmon light slabbed up on fibro and thatches of cloud breeding overhead. Sam Davis feeds a hose into the ditch behind his mother's house and watches...
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>SWARM
>To their creaking knees, the water was, perhaps, welcome lubrication. Peart jumped in first, while Angestrom held the boat steady. Angestrom watched his younger colleague wade the short distance...
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>SONORITY SISTER
>One night, says the guy. Just watch her. I take out my phone and act as if I’m checking a message, when really I’m just cycling through call settings I’ve never actually used. The guy doesn’t move....
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>1969
>That voice. That voice was the last thing on my mind. I had come to see the sky shake with shimmering sounds. I had arrived to watch free spirits set music alight with fresh life and defiance. It...
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>A LIMERICK HISTORY OF FURIOUS HORSES
>A blog called Furious HorsesWas thought up by curious forcesTo publicly practiceA writer who’d lacked thisReleased all his words, and his pauses Before the first month was yet writtenThe writer,...
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>THE END
>So that’s it for the one year of stories. Thanks to everyone who read them — or at least some of them (not even I’ve read all of them) — left their very kind comments, or in some other way...
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