The car drove up the highway, the inside temperature was like 1000 degrees. . “Mum ….” came the nagging voice of my bratt ...More
Fiction
August 1 ● 1 min read
Where are all the stories? Some of them are currently travelling and they will eventually stop here. Stay tuned to read new ones or catch the bus to find them. And remember that if you want to read a different story all you have to do is change seats! We have beautiful short stories and poetry that you can read in 1 minute written by Year 8 and Year 10 students, or book extracts and short stories written by published and unpublished writers that it will take you around 20 minutes to read. We want to present a very diverse range of pieces because we all have different interests and sometimes a story doesn’t mean much to you but the next one will talk directly to your heart. This is the wonderful world of literature, and The Commuting Book is a very humble attempt by readers to pay homage to centuries of storytelling, the very fabric of being human. Join us and celebrate the world of words! #commutingbook #ReadNZ
The car drove up the highway, the inside temperature was like 1000 degrees. . “Mum ….” came the nagging voice of my bratt ...More
August 1 ● 1 min read
Once I was riding on a weekend group ride. We were strung out along a straight, flat stretch of road. It occurred to me that the cyclists ahead of me would ...More
November 17 ● 1 min read
Another bullet hissed over the dump. Ricky missed the seagull by a mile. He reckoned he shot good, considering the gun was tall as him. Jem wasn’t allowe ...More
August 30 ● 2 min read
The man finds the boy in a drainpipe and when he asks him what are you doing in there? the boy looks at him as if he should already know and says I’m look ...More
August 30 ● 2 min read
The dragonfly’s eyes are made up of multiple hexagons. Inside each hexagon is a black and white picture of my face. I’ve printed the photos from my fi ...More
August 31 ● 2 min read
Five travellers in a small Ford travelled across the Ardennes. The Hautes Fagnes. The High Fens. The fifth traveller, strapped in a car seat, cried with hu ...More
August 1 ● 1 min read
I never touched the gorilla, I say. I got better things to do. Then the park ranger plonks his canvas bag on the table and pulls out a tranquiliser gun an ...More
August 1 ● 2 min read
On Monday night I dream about Charlie Brown. He stands at the window watching Snoopy sleep on top of his kennel. Snoopy’s little tummy moves up and down ...More
August 1 ● 2 min read
His hatred of cordyline australis was spawned in his ancestry. When the council planted them along the coastal path he couldn’t sleep, so strong wa ...More
August 1 ● 2 min read
When Ronald McGourvey and his family of shape shifters caught the 47 to Scarborough, nobody noticed. Timothy McGourvey had perfected becoming nitrogen-fixing ...More
August 1 ● 3 min read
It’s what I could do to help Fleur out. Family is family. The last Friday each month, we’d drive into the city from opposite directions, and in the mote ...More
September 22 ● 2 min read
First, find a location. Find a shabby farm that keeps its neighbours at arm’s length. Find a house with a rusted roof, with guttering that dribbles d ...More
September 22 ● 5 min read
A woman and a child in a boat. Her child, and her other child, and her other. Her three children. And one life jacket. She puts it on her youngest but her yo ...More
August 1 ● 2 min read
I ate my brother. I was always fond of him, looked up to him. He was older than me. I measured myself against him. We stood back to back. At first ...More
September 20 ● 2 min read
