"Beautifully wrapped treasure boxes used to arrive by train for me when I was a child, full of gorgeous hand-me-downs that my Aunt no longer wanted," Christine Miller smiles, gesturing with her bejewelled hands the opening of a box. More...

"So the matter is settled," Ulea spoke, the eldest of the four sisters present and the family matriarch. "Lesinga is four months pregnant. We have time to work out the details." More...

In my opinion, the only thing worse than spelling mistakes is unconventional spelling. I hate it. How can you expect anyone to know correct spelling when a "Drive Through" is always a "Drive Thru?" Oh dear, I've just revealed my terrible secret: I'm a spelling-Nazi. It gets worse all the time. More...

Carli needed to talk to her boss about her design, she had to finish it. She felt as if the nightmare wasn't over until her design was complete. She had to start focusing her positive energy on something that could keep her mind off things. As she neared the office, she heard two voices. One belonged to her boss the other some middle-aged man. They were arguing, More...

There she was lying in the back of the train, severally beaten up. Nobody could hear her moan or swivel for hope of crying out for help, for life. I could see a pool of blood on the train floor, a pair of legs painfully spread apart. I shuttered in horror, and tried to explain to the couple in front of me, that there seemed to be a dying person. They recoiled and brushed me off. I persisted, amazed how uncaring people seemed to be. They eventually muttered that she probably was a druggy (from Dandenong) to leave her alone and keep my distance. More...

I couldn't help but steal occasional glances at Justin. His hair was a styled mess but his beanie covered it up gracefully. He moved with ease as if drifting, his sapphire green eyes always gleaming. His drawing scent was an accessory to his contagious smile. He pulled a chair out for me, waiting until I sat to push me in. Damien noticed his strong gesture toward me and rolled his eyes behind his head. Justin laughed it off, sitting opposite his mate and dug into his football bag revealing a set of cards. More...

I saw the way her face scrunched up when the kids started teasing her, because of her mild scar on her face. "Leave her alone!" I said and was a little surprised that I had murmured that out to the group around the girl. For a moment it felt good to have that sort of confidence, but when all the kids focus was now on me, I kind of wished that I could just curl up into a ball, More...

Tom was on his way to work. Dressed in a black suit his eyes looked tired. He walked slowly with his head facing the dark bitumen, feet dropping heavy onto the pavement, eyes ignoring the passing, ears ignoring the tall creeping city sounds; body ignorant to life. He was lost, but he kept wondering, drifting along the black, through the layered city...until he stopped- midway between "...What time is it?" and "...Did I lock the car?" More...