The Melbourne Writers Social Group has just released their NEW anthology! This is a collection of the stories that won their short story competitions throughout the year. Two of my short stories: Not about you and Mr Ex are featured, along with stories from friends and fellow Victorian writers Allan Carter, Ander Louis, Jeremy Picknell,... Continue Reading →
"If you want people all around the globe to recognise you either: A) do something incredibly violent, or B) get caught on film with a stupid look on your face, doing something embarrassing. When I was a kid I had so many things I thought I might grow up to be; a fireman, a scientist,... Continue Reading →
My new short story has finally come out in paperback! The Last Resort is a dark tale about a couple that get off to a very shaky start on their tropical holiday. This may not be the trip they had prepared for. Weirdbook volume #41 is now available at Amazon. https://www.amazon.com/Weirdbook-41-Sharon-Cullars/dp/1479443670?SubscriptionId=AKIAILSHYYTFIVPWUY6Q&tag=duckduckgo-d-20&linkCode=xm2&camp=2025&creative=165953&creativeASIN=1479443670
https://www.writerscentre.com.au/blog/furious-fiction-june-2019-winner-and-shortlist/ New story shortlisted for the AWC Furious Fiction Competition (again). Limit was 500 words and had to include a party and a button. Bon appétit! Recipe for Friendship Soup: -Open package holiday and take out 3 couples-Add 6 plane tickets and 12 over-packed suitcases-Mix with 2 babysitters and a cattery-Sprinkle with sunglasses, itineraries and... Continue Reading →
https://www.writerscentre.com.au/blog/furious-fiction-may-2019-winner-and-shortlist/ Just came Runner Up in the AWC Furious Fiction Competition. Almost a thousand other writers got involved. Could almost taste the prize money. *Licks lips* Anyway, following the many criteria they provided (including the use of the word mayonnaise) is a story about standing on the edge and looking down...
New Short Story @ Haunted MTL Ferret walked down the last aisle and noticed that the booths began to evolve. He saw UV tattoos highlighted with black lights. Scarification. Subdermal Implants. The artists were no longer piercing tongues, but splitting them. No longer tattooing arms, but eyeballs. Then he found it. A red tent with... Continue Reading →
“Damn! I’m such an idiot!” I yelled out, frustrated that I had screwed up yet again that day. “Don’t do that,” Steve, a fellow worker told me. “Do what?” “That. Putting yourself down. It doesn’t help.” I still remember that conversation now, even though it was roughly half a lifetime ago. Before then I used... Continue Reading →
On a cold, overcast Sunday afternoon a shiny, black Chrysler drove through an abandoned industrial area, before pulling up outside of an old brick factory. The driver got out and promptly opened up a rear car door. A pair of shiny Italian shoes emerged and planted themselves on the gravel driveway. The man they were... Continue Reading →