POP! BANG! – Exploded the tire suddenly.   ‘Fuck, not now!’ complained Mum, who had to hold the annual Mothers of NSW expo. Mum got out of her car and got the carjack out of her boot. She was in the middle of the bush with no phone signal, so trying to call the NRMA would be useless. As she was almost done changing her tire, she heard loud rustling in the bush. Thinking she might get a good chance to get a good picture of a kangaroo, she took her phone out of her car and went

The knife was held to her throat. ‘What if this is a real knife? What if the actor is really going to kill me? What do I know about her? Did I check to ensure the knife was the prop knife? OH MY GOD, I DIDN’T!’ With that Kala grabbed the hand with the knife, she reefed the arm out away from the actors body, twisted it around…and whoops, she broke it. The actor wreathed around the stage in pain. The audience applauded. The director closed the curtain to a standing ovation. The

• That's not a knife, this is a knife. • Was it one of the Modernists who painted a picture of a • knife and said this is a knife? • Then another guy painted the same picture and said this is not a knife . Writing is like art, it is a deception. I am holding a knife in my hand right now. I am bleeding. Blood is falling from the sleeve of skin above my wrist. Did this happen? Maybe it did. If it did, the image you see in your mind is not quite like the actual incident. Could I

He crept along the banister holding on as best his little furry legs could grip the curved wood. Paint chips made the grip harder but the knife, firmly between his clenched jaws, glistened with spittle and sweat. The light was dim with only the moon coyly peeking out occasionally. It was enough to glisten off the blade that shone with a dull hue. He hissed and gulped back even more of his spit as he snaked around the banister pole flaking green shards of paint. No one wa

‘She gouged out his eye with a butter knife?’   ‘A plastic one.’   Jeannie sipped on her tea. ‘Were there no metal ones to hand?’ She replaced her cup in her saucer with a small chink.   ‘Perhaps she enjoyed the challenge.’   ‘Hm. Care for a white chocolate almond? They’re very good.’   ‘Oh, thank you, yes…So did you finish the backyard renovations? I heard you were doing some mosaics.’   ‘Yes, they’re done. All concreted over. Couldn’t leave that sort of stuff lying arou