Fiction Archives

Speaking as a statue

Posted on June 30, 2020 by Tim Smith

I’ve been a statue for a hundred years or so now. Prior to that I was a loose mixture of metals, a gang if you will. Very disorganised, a little shallow maybe, quite violent when in a heated situation. Young… Continue Reading →

Money Makes Them Sad

Posted on June 15, 2020 by Tim Smith

I once had a conversation in a pub in Darwin, in the Northern Territory of Australia, during which I was threatened with a beating and told that the indigenous people were happier and better off before they had the vote… Continue Reading →