Flowers. There are a lot of flowers. Every day someone crouches by me, one hand on their heart and the other holding a bunch of flowers. Lilies, lilacs, roses, ...More
Non Fiction, NZ History
September 22 ● 1 min read
Stories on the Go aims to encourage and engage the community in reading. We bring all sorts of literature into daily life and public spaces, offering short reads to those who don’t have much time and may not read often. If you are a published or unpublished author and would like to contribute with a short story we will share it via our platforms and initiatives. Submit any time your flash fiction or short story (up to 2500 words):
Includes a Q&A. Any other questions please email us stories@thecommutingbook.org
Flowers. There are a lot of flowers. Every day someone crouches by me, one hand on their heart and the other holding a bunch of flowers. Lilies, lilacs, roses, ...More
September 22 ● 1 min read
When someone tells you to picture a magician, what do you think of? Daniel Radcliffe, complete with a wand and broomstick? Or perhaps a cheesy p ...More
September 22 ● 9 min read
The murmur of voices Are symphony to flashing lights Tapping keys Coloured lines of code Changing Adjusting Advancing. Jumbles of letters Make up words I ...More
March 27 ● 2 min read
Google maps you take me though the underpass fast on my bike in the night my lights flash on the shapes of down and outs the louts, layabouts who shout o ...More
November 17 ● 1 min read
The baby’s finally asleep. The father is home from work. I haven’t been alone in days. This is it…. “She’s asleep”…”I’m just off for a ...More
November 17 ● 1 min read
Being the middle child of five girls and three boys in 1940’s and 50’s in my native Ireland, I never had the chance to actually own a bi ...More
November 17 ● 4 min read
My life is divided into two revolving states. During one, I eat healthily, run almost every day and don’t drink. I call this ‘Zen’. The other state is a ...More
November 17 ● 6 min read
Trailing my clackity clack bumblebee Golly in the other hand, I follow the tall back of my Dad down the garden path. Full of questions, I shadow him into ...More
August 1 ● 1 min read