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Review: The Castle of Otranto by Horace Walpole

I have to admit, I picked The Castle of Otranto from the library because it was a very slim volume. At 140 pages, it suited me nicely. And then I couldn’t resist this blurb: Manfred, wicked lord of Otranto Castle, is horrified when his son is crushed to death on...

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Chuck

He withdraws bloody claws, flicks chunks of bone to the side. He thinks about his first kill, back when he was a wee pup. He didn’t know then that Benny wasn’t any old bird. She was one of the family, just like him. There had been anger, then. Slaps. He’s...

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The Salt Cellar

When you spill salt on the table, you’re supposed to pick up a pinch and throw it over your left shoulder. This will, it is hoped, ward off evil spirits, bad luck, witches, Brussels sprouts and all sorts of other nasty things. Petra had learned this from a young age....

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The Fall of the Soviet Union – a love story

“They say that when Mikhail Gorbachev first heard the Muzak version of Edge of Seventeen, it knocked him out cold.” This is what Alexis told me, as we sat blowing smoke rings on the banks of the Sava river. The thing about Alexis is, he doesn’t know how to lie....

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Blue

– Yoghurt can be, but then you shouldn’t eat it – But you would eat the cheese, if it were – My jumper, which smells of cigarettes from last night’s bar – Your favourite packet of crisps – What we call your hair, in that other place, where we’re from...

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Here Be Brittle

It arrived! Well, it arrived a little while ago, in the countryside, while I was in Oz. My story in Brittle Star Magazine. We had a party on the weekend, and at one drunken point I was wobbling around the lounge room saying “you must see this! I must show...

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Last Line, First Line, Last Line

Over on her blog, Natalie Bowers has an interesting project going. She invites readers to write a story based on the last line of another story. The first week, writers had to use the last line of Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein. He was soon borne away by the waves and lost...

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The Lost Dog – Michelle de Kretser

“The Lost Dog”, Michelle de Kretser. (Chatto & Windus, London: 2008) Review – Beautiful & tedious & gorgeous & dull. Yes, all of those things. I had to re-borrow this book from the library to try to remember what it was about and if I’d liked it. In general, I’d...

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Stop Start Writing

You have days, you know. Weeks even, where your output is approximately zero. You blame it on: no time, no internet, too much sun, not enough air-con, Christmas parties, moving house (again!), catching up with old friends, drinking too much beer, have you ever noticed that this chair is just...

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A Doorway

Your votes are in, and the result is: He speaks to the girl. New to the game? Read Part 1 here. Part 2 – A Doorway He stepped up out of the gutter onto the footpath, and ran his hand through his wet curly hair. “Nice sandwich?” he asked the...