I’m reluctant to start this story because I’m worried people won’t believe me. Sometimes, I don’t know if I believe it myself.

Yarramundi reminds me of the moments with my step dad, the memories when he was alive. We were out at the river at the place I like, the place I love, the place I have so many memories at.

After Debert Towney Jason finished his work, he walked to the bus stop with a tired feeling and yawning sometimes.

I’m not sure of what exactly happened that day, but I do know it was something to do with my dear mother, Princess Diana.

It was a dark, stormy, Friday night. I was really bored, so I decided to turn on the TV and watch a movie.

I’m just an ordinary man from a different land. Happiness, joy and love is what I see around me but because one person’s personality we are all perceived as this angry, violent society with a lot of disunity.

There is darkness all around me. I’ve been drifting for five hours since the accident. I look back, I see my home planet. It is covered by darkness.

“DING”, goes the kitchen timer. My wife, Shrek Wes, has just finished cooking. I remember that we ate roast lamb that night. My kids, Issac and Rocky, came to get me for dinner.

I sat down on the bus, avoiding eye contact with anyone. I fingered the collar of my nurse’s uniform nervously. I was always heckled whenever I caught the bus, but with my car out of service I had no choice.

Bob Marley never imagined he would meet his ancestor that wet Friday afternoon, but the ancient power trapped the drum and other ideas…

The king awakens, angry to see his special gold had been stolen. He secretly watches as his servants furiously clean up. Their jaws dropped when they saw King Tut’s gold headpiece rise from the grave.  He stretches his arms and legs and approaches the bucket of gold…enraged to see how little is left. The servants […]

With a zap of illuminating cyan Astrid’s cognitive implants summoned a platinum-glazed automobile; levitating, luminous and in all its glory.

‘More online school…I really hate it.’ I opened my eyes and stared at the usual old white ceiling. It is always the same ceiling, no colour change, no added texture, just the same old boring one. I groaned.

I am a person living on Mars selling oxygen to others.

The other foods are hunting us down. There was four of them: the all seeing leader, noodle squid, pizza grenade, and spider burger.