Simon watched Mum drive away. She reached the gate and disappeared left. Behind him Dad and the man, David, the man’s name was David, shout...

How to write a campfire scene | how not to write a campfire scene.

On Thursday afternoon, by an incredible coincidence, I finished two very long books that I have been reading for a very long time. They ar...

Every time I see cars stop and start at traffic lights, or I'm driving and find myself constantly pulled up by red lights, I have a rec...

I usually walk. Today I had driven; parked in a steep, grassy vacant block that I knew from my walk. Afterwards, making my way to where I h...

So I was sitting in Cinema Nova watching Let The Right One In when I hear this noise that's obviously not in the soundtrack, a sort of s...

I've been thinking about monkey experiments. What would happen if you gave a .38 to a troupe of macaques? "As Lionel had expected...

Yeah! I didn't write anything on my blog for all of 2008! That's a pretty good effort. Anyway, here's a thing I thought of on th...

In 1914 a mysterious group tracing its origins back to the Ancient East managed to create a creature, or perhaps summon a daemon, which they...

Walking to the supermarket this afternoon I had a not entirely unusual or infrequent (though let us say uncommon) thought as I passed a woma...

This was originally called Euthanasia , but I'm feeling mellower right now, so it's just Cressy . Cressy is a very small town in Nor...

This is a piece I wrote around a piece of artwork that appears in The Royal Tenenbaums , a fantastic movie, and indeed a fantastic picture....

This is a short story I wrote a few years ago for The Age Short Story Competition. It got an honourable mention, which pleased me greatly. ...