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He remembered it clearly. In grade 8 English class, the teacher had asked them to fill in the blank at the end of the sentence and write...

Mother often said never to take a ride from a stranger, among the many other wise and foreseeing things mothers say, or should say, to...

It was summer 1986, Adelaide. Mike moved to the lush groove of Parliament’s Flashlight booming out of his Holden HR’s cassette deck....

“Morning,” he said. “You’re gorgeous when you’re awake and gorgeous when you’re asleep.” Ruby beamed. “We have the house all to ourselves...

This story has previously appeared online in Syndic. Chapter One: Kid Hermes “How does it feel to wake up each morning knowing you’re a...