Hippie

The engine died, leaving only the sound of rain. Michael minimised the screen on his laptop and stood up. He walked through the lounge room, and onto the veranda to ...

Michael sat down on the end of his father’s bed. Nigel leant against the pine wall between his and Annabelle’s wardrobes and folded his arms. “I’m not proud of what ...

The sound of the gunshot rolled off into silence. “That came from up the top,” said Annabelle, eyes wide in fear. “Dad,” said Michael. He swung the door open and ...

Michael turned to see a narrow, powerful spotlight beam lancing down towards him from the dam wall.“Get down,” came Nigel’s shout.Michael instinctively leapt to the floor, moments before machine

Michael’s tires screeched as he rounded the corner and hit bitumen. The stereo was up on full. That moment of joy at his family’s survival was swallowed up by fear ...

“Michael,” a voice cried.“Michael!” It was strangely familiar.“For god’s sake Michael, snap out of it.” There was a loud screeching sound.Michael’s eyes jolted open. The policeman’s

Gaea gunned the engine. The ground under the tires was still dry, and the car easily moved forward. Michael’s eyes followed the tire tracks leading away from their hiding spot ...

Michael awoke. The car was off, the music had stopped, and Gaea was gone. Out the front of the car stretched a barren red plain, coated in dry-green Spinifex. A ...