Extracts

We need your art.

Hazel Bates arrives on the docks to the sight of a dead body being hauled out of the water.

Today is the tenth anniversary of the worst day of my life.

God created man and demon.

Am I cursed? Or just messed up? What is wrong with me? Why do bad things always happen to me? Am I unlucky or just damaged goods? Who will ever want me . . . an uneducated, broken, Latina from the ’hood?

Why are there no relationship classes in high school?

"What is it about thirty that makes us all flip out?"

As Lou widened her eyes with mischievous pleasure and blew him a kiss over the heads of other customers in the gelato bar, Jack smiled at her delight.

Being yelled at by an incoherent drunk man isn’t how I wanted to spend my Friday night.

Time to awaken

Sloth can sometimes be hard to pick.

Last night’s party is still throbbing in my head as I scramble awake, a tsunami of remorse crashing over me.

It’s Friday 11 November 2022, around 10 a.m., and I’m sitting in a makeshift broadcast booth set up in the spare bedroom on the top floor of my house in Woollahra.

When I was twelve years old, I was buried alive within the grounds of a construction site.

The sound of static – a quick stab – comes from somewhere.

‘I didn’t know he’d book a magician!’

I was performing since I was just a little boy.

Adam was fifteen years old when he first arrived at The Corner – fifteen going on sixteen, his birthday only a few weeks away.