Tag Archives: shortstory

Small Moments in Love #3

Posted on March 20, 2020 by

The paths we walked became sacred to me, but like all things beautiful the memory is laced with pain. The moments we shared- nothing more than tiny windows in time really- was mostly spent walking together.  These were occasions that … Continue reading →

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An Afternoon BMX Adventure

Posted on February 16, 2020 by

I.  My BMX had white tires. It was a cheap knock-off brand from K-Mart, but I rode the life out of it. I had initially wanted something cooler like a Mongoose, but I knew I this was a pipe dream … Continue reading →

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A Haunting in an Empty Church

Posted on August 26, 2019 by

When I was in primary school I used to practice my drums at Church. My Dad was the senior minister there, allowing me to be in the privileged position of being able to access the building out of hours. For … Continue reading →

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Kafka’s Metamorphosis and the Acceptance of Tragedy

Posted on August 5, 2019 by

Franz Kafka’s short-story Metamorphosis is a harrowing depiction of a bizarre physical and mental transformation. A salesman by the name of Gregor Samsa awakes one morning to find that he has inexplicably developed into an insect. No explanation is given as … Continue reading →

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Small Moments in Love #1

Posted on December 20, 2018 by

I was walking her to the train station late one Sunday evening. It was the middle of winter, yet I had not really registered the cold.  She, on the other hand, claimed that she was utterly freezing. I had lent … Continue reading →

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Dad’s Forgiveness: A Story of Redemption

Posted on June 28, 2018 by

I. I discovered early on in life that my father hated being called ‘Dave.’ As a proud David, my Dad has always felt that the somewhat more informal ‘Dave’ is an assault on his dignity. Unfortunately for him, there was … Continue reading →

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Lonely Airport on a Sunday Night

Posted on June 7, 2018 by

I was waiting alone in Melbourne’s Tullamarine Airport late one Sunday evening in September, 2015. The terminal was far quieter than usual, with my fellow passengers spread sparsely instead of in the big clusters common in peak times. I had … Continue reading →

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