(Highly Commended - Peter Cowan Short Story Competition) A considerable amount of material had washed up from the night’s storm. The receding tide exposed a landscape of driftwood, ruined seaweed, and dead seabirds over the Archean basalts where the cliff line touched the ocean. At the first of the headlands below the brick lighthouse, a figure cloaked in oilskin and beaten sou’wester crawled across barnacled rocks with patient determination. A pre-dawn grey covered his world, with patches of...

(Regional prize in the Newcastle Short Story Award 2025) Labradors, terriers, and kelpies are the household pets and working dogs held in...

(Runner-up 2025 Newcastle Herald Short Story Competition) Harrison puts down his drink, takes a corn chip from the dish, then points it...