When Nick wakes up, he feels eyes on the back of his head. He rubs his cheek – rough with stubble, stinging from the rocks that he… Read more “The Kennel, part four: Good morning, Nick”
Tag: my writing
Meeting Edmund
In Gilze en Rijen, a small rural centre in the south of the Netherlands, I was standing awkwardly in a strange family’s modern, vintage-chic barn. Outside, the… Read more “Meeting Edmund”
Creative Writing to Brain Scans
This is a collaboration between ScAN and the Australasian Association of Writing Programs (AAWP), the peak academic body representing the discipline of Creative Writing in Australasia. We were… Read more “Creative Writing to Brain Scans”
The Kennel, part three: Catastrophe
“Ow, shit – fuck – no, Beo!” Beowoof howls in protest as Iris roughly shoves him out of the kitchen with the back of her boot. A… Read more “The Kennel, part three: Catastrophe”
Heads in Gutters
When my head landed in the gutter, I got water in my eye. At least I hope that it was water. My body kept going without the… Read more “Heads in Gutters”
Jessica Seymour 