Curtin Writers Club

The air was thick with spirits. "Poison apples! Poison apples! Get your poison apples here!" belted out an old man, shoving shrivelled,...

The whip comes down on my back once more, but I can't feel it, having lost count of how many lashings have rained down upon me. In front...

[Content warnings for abuse, torture, and blood.] Darkness. Silence. I never thought that I would crave these again. My head pounds and...

[Content Warnings: Self harm, blood, and physical abuse.] Rosanne has haunted eyes. She stares at the mirror. The mirror stares back....

[Content warnings for homophobia, racism, and transphobia] “Dad, do I have to take these?” I ask as I hold the bottle of pills in his...

One day, Arthur was discovered dead. Arthur, the child who everybody despised. He had drowned in the little pond near the back of his...

Soft, velvety goo pulsated around it, as it struggled to breathe though a pinhole of a mouth, turning upside down as light shone through...

It’s growing dark by the time the bus arrives. It’s only just after six, but with the menacing grey clouds that promise rain, it feels a...