Want to pick up a free copy of the magazine, hear student readings and discover the winner of the Sudden Writing Comp? Join us on the 17th of October at 6:30pm at the Glenferrie hotel (backroom) for our end of semester launch party. Snacks will be provided, with meals and drinks available for you to […]

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As the deadline for Swinburne’s Sudden Writing comp approaches (5 September), the swine team has put together our favourite micro-fiction pieces for inspo. Read on to spark your imagination for your very own flash fiction piece. What is the Sudden Writing Comp? The comp is open to all current Swinburne students, and entries can be […]

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 It is a shame. They ought to fix these roads soon enough. I mean, how much longer can we people expect to meander around in traffic? It is a wondrous affair, traffic that is. Everyone in collective agreement that the next person over has the same humanic rights as a block of brie. Even myself, […]

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I force my hopes, my dreams, my fears, and my embarrassment into jeans a size too small for me. Determined denim squeezes its way around my hips and thighs, leaving angry red impressions around my waist.   On top, a security blanket in the form of a far too large jumper, a noir tsunami of polyester […]

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I collect the things I know about you like shards of sea glass. Sudden, unexpected, smoothed through years of salt and sand. You can’t search for sea glass; it finds you. The only thing you can do is go for a beach walk with half an eye out, hoping. You have to listen to the […]

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The sea breeze against his chest was an unexpected feeling, though it shouldn’t be. It was cold and a little misty, like it was against his arms and face only a second ago. Of course it would feel the same, but sometimes, his chest felt like an entity entirely separate to him, as though it […]

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The moon. She gives you company and comfort when the sun retires, when the air grows thin and pierces your skin. She guards you until your eyelids go heavy and she lingers when you rise with the sun. You watch the sky as time takes her away and you count the minutes until the sun […]

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Someone is gripping me in their hand, and I’m shunted against others who are like me, but blue-and-yellow, green-and-pink, to my orange-and-blue. We all shimmer together as the sun sets on the showgrounds. Your fingers feel their way to find me and you pluck me out of the sweaty volunteer’s hand. Smiling down at me, […]

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There are three brothers on a train. David sits by the window. Jamie sits to David’s right. Clive sits to Jamie’s right. Jamie sits in the middle because his younger brothers don’t like to sit in the middle. Jamie is so nervous he feels his fingers trembling, but because his younger brothers are tense today about going where they’re going, Jamie pretends he isn’t anxious

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Art doesn’t have to be good to be worth making. For me, the joy is really in the process of creating, not just the end product. If you enjoy making things, do it. You don’t have to post it online or try to sell it, it can just be for you.

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This piece was awarded first place in the Swinburne Sudden Writing Competition The delivery-person appeared as a dark shape against the brilliant setting sun at the front door. The last time people had come to the door silhouetted like that, I was 4 years old, making Mum a tea. Apparently, that’s not what 4-year-olds do, […]

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According to the library’s dusty growth chart, you were no bigger than a blueberry when they first came. Tails flicking in warning or promise.

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I count Teeth to encounter Sleep- Tongue herding Calcium.

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The day was dark and grey, as any day in the month of Gipsha, when the humidity came heavy, and the gas lay thick on the banks of the horizon. Burble, only 80 Taipodian years old, was sent out to collect an evening’s harvest.

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I hate my teeth. They constantly remind me what I cannot do, but so desperately wish I could. A currency that has been depreciated of all hope of achieving harmony, waiting to be buried in the dirt.

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