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June 30, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: We Could Mend Fences
We removed your post. Now the whole fence is in danger, having to take the weight of that one thing you said. We didn’t understand the context. Now your fence is going to have to support your views even with that post taken from view. Taken from you and placed in the pile of deadwood, […]Archive
June 24, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: National Party Conference
We were not infected. We were not to blame. We were not chasing. We were not being chased. We were not the control in the experiment. We were not a part of any of it. We sat high on the hill. We watched. We wrote notes. (Like this). We told stories – mostly about our […]Archive
June 15, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: We Can’t Build Our Dreams
He startled awake. It had all been a dream. This would have been the perfect end to a story, clichéd? Absolutely. But safe. Secure. Instead, however, this was only the start. And it wasn’t even a story. Brandon knew the world he’d just imagined could never come true. And that was the saddest part of […]Archive
June 1, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Be Careful How You Say You Were Not There
She said, “I met you at Mark and Ali’s house”, and you said, “I don’t think so”. So, with very much a case of too much enthusiasm indeed, she said, “Mark. And. Alison. Taylor!” Like that cheerleading enunciation would suddenly take you right back. But you stood firm, didn’t travel anywhere in fact. And said, […]Archive
May 31, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Hillsong
The hill was worth the climb they said, but they said that before they left. After they reached they top, they had a very different view. And all they were able to say about that was, pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff pfff […]Archive
May 10, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: When The Music Phase Is Over Tune Out What’s Right
She had asked when the music phase would be over. And I took offence. But also took a cue. I followed up on it just a few short years too late. But better then – than never. The music remains. But the phase is over.Archive
April 29, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: My Mum
This teacher in high school told us all to write out the lyrics to our favourite song and bring a tape or CD into class to play the tune. We’d read the lyrics out and play the song to the class – talk about why we choose it – what it was about. She played […]Archive
April 28, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Hawke’s Bay, 1993
We watched the cows get loaded up the ramp, where they walked to their death with a fear in their eyes. They put their heads down low as the bolt went through their ear. And then a big, dull sound as they hit the floor. A chain dragged them, one-by-one, by the ankle, lifting them […]Archive
April 15, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: The Gladstone, 1982
The Gladstone, 1982. It was better than anything you ever saw, and most things you’ve gone on to do I can tell you that right now. For free. We were up front and the microphone hit me in the face and when I tasted the sweat of the singer it went down like the coldest […]Archive
April 15, 2022 by Simon Sweetman
Short Story: Heroes Are Hard To Find
It’s always hard naming heroes, you try to include them all, you think about the obvious ones like Bob Dylan and Brian Wilson and then, you know, a few less obvious ones – Janet Malcolm for instance. Does anyone name her? (More writers should). But naming heroes, plural, implies a list. And a list implies […]Archive
April 14, 2022 by Simon Sweetman