The Curse of Gary (Part 103)

As Victor stared in wonder at the grey-haired gentlemen before him (who had appeared to him the previous night as a child), a smile stretched out across his face. He leaned back in his chair. "What the... I mean... look at you. What happened?" Gary shrugged. "I just thought I'd make myself older." "Wait. You... Continue Reading →

The Curse of Gary (Part 102)

The empty chair slid back a foot from the table and then stopped. Victor chewed and swallowed his mouthful of food, and then set down the half-eaten wedge of toast in his hand. He looked around the room but saw no one. As his eyes turned back across the table, the chair opposite him became... Continue Reading →

Poem: Christmas Myths

It's Christmas time, just a few days to go, And if you're like me you can't wait, But before we start with the presents and ham, There are a few things I'd like to set straight.   For not everything you've heard about Christmas, Is exactly, factually true, And I'd like to clear up some... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (The Final Part)

Miss Harvey was back to her bubbly self—and then some. During the morning lessons, her rhymes were catchy, her activities were extra-fun, and her jokes had never been cornier. She even made the multiplication test enjoyable. At morning tea time she asked Holly to stay back. Holly took a deep breath and waited at her... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (Part 5)

Holly stared in wonder at the weeping adult in front of her. She looked about the room and the windows to see if anyone else was seeing what she was seeing. There was no one. Squeals and laughter called from the playground. A distant tonk of plastic bat on tennis ball had Holly thinking for... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (Part 4)

Miss Harvey picked up the notebook. "You have a gift for writing," she said, though she seemed unimpressed. "Your style is very... uh..." Her voice trailed off. She set the book down, raised her head and drew a deep breath. She turned to face Holly, her lips screwed up to one side. She stared at... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (Part 3)

The next morning's lessons were unusually drab: a spelling test, an hour calculating the area of triangles, and then a science lesson that raised hopes by mentioning sharks and turtles before revealing itself to be a sermon on reducing plastic pollution in oceans. Miss Harvey, who usually coloured her lessons with rhymes, artistic activities and... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (Part 2)

Holly was good at cricket. Playing cricket on the oval at lunchtime was the closest she had come to making friends so far at her new school. When she played, some of the older boys talked with her and joked with her—no one else ever did. But today she didn't play. She just sat on... Continue Reading →

Holly’s Story (Part 1)

Holly set down her pencil and shook her hand to loosen the cramp. She looked down at the open notebook before her, its every faint-ruled blue line crammed left to right with large cursive handwriting—neat enough to be legible, but messy enough to keep up with the flow of inspiration. Most of her classmates were... Continue Reading →

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