The air-conditioning on the train was blasting so cold Jessica Yung pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders hoping to fend off the goosebumps that had begun to form. She only had two more stops, then she’d be back out in the summer heat. But that was Sydney for you. You’d be hot most of the time but at some point during in the day, you might still need a jacket. She was glad she’d thrown it in her bag at the last minute. It was a cute, soft sea-shell shade of pink she had hand stitched crochet flowers onto during the winter.
Category: Short Stories
A New Pattern – Summer at the Creative Chaos Collective
The air-conditioning on the train was blasting so cold Jessica Yung pulled her cardigan tighter around her shoulders hoping to fend off the goosebumps that had begun to form. She only had two more stops, then she’d be back out in the summer heat. But that was Sydney for you. You’d be hot most of the time but at some point during in the day, you might still need a jacket. She was glad she’d thrown it in her bag at the last minute. It was a cute, soft sea-shell shade of pink she had hand stitched crochet flowers onto during the winter.
A Songbird’s Stage – Summer at the Creative Chaos Collective
Peta Morone is afraid.
Recovering from an injury, she’s not sure she’ll ever perform again. In a bout of clumsiness, she comes across a sign for the Creative Chaos Collective, promoting their music book sale. She wanders into the shop on the off chance they’ll have a self-help book for singers.
Yet, Triple C is not just a shop, it’s a community.
And there’s a chance she’ll get her shot at the big leagues, if she can first get through open mic night…
A Blank Canvas – Summer at the Creative Chaos Collective
The sun was high in the sky and the breeze virtually non-existent as Markus Grant trudged slowly down the footpath, dabbing the sweat from his forehead with a handkerchief. It was not yet eleven and the air was stifling.
A Tattered Notebook – Summer at the Creative Chaos Collective
Tamara Elliot has writer’s block. It’s so bad she swears she’ll never be able to write again unless she finds a replica of the tattered, well-loved notebook she always carries with her. Her career hinges on a visit to Creative Chaos Collective, in the hope she can finally finish her novel ahead of her publisher’s deadline. If they have that notebook…
Yours, Cla – Short Story
Thunder rattled the windows. Thinking of you. Call if you need. Beth ignored the text. Printed condolences hung around the necks of thirsty bouquets. The heavy rain outside unable to quench their yearning through the kitchen window. Her fork pushed cold pasta bake around the glass dish, the last of…