Fickle Fiction from the Pen of Gayle Beveridge

Drama, Fantasy, Humour, Horror, Chick Lit - Enjoy Short Stories Across a Range of Genres

 'Not Dead Yet',

 

Read my winning entry in the 2008 Boroondara Literary Awards in 'Award Winning Australian Writing 2009' along with the short stories and bush poetry of many other Australian authors.

360 pages

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from Melbourne Books

Tantalisers

Cry of the Plover: 

       "How could you let this happen?"  Your father is yelling at me.  I hold the 'phone away from my ear, he is even angrier than usual.  I'm glad we left the police station before he got there. ...............I hold my hand in front of your mouth; linger there, waiting for the soft flutter of your fragile breath.  I need reassurance, proof that you are still here. 

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Laced with Black Thread: 

       It's not my fault I was born bad; I was on the losing end of a genetic lottery, my soul laced and tied with the black thread of ancestral misdeeds and malevolence. 

Not yet released

 After The Wake

 Len died on Thursday and I buried him on Tuesday. In the days between, I meant to cry but my tears, packed dense with sorrow were stuck in their ducts. My time was eaten along with my biscuits, by visitors and relatives who came to sip tea from my best china and tut tut their sorries in hushed voices.

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Due for Release in September

 

Read 'Espresso' in 'Mosaic', an anthology of 24 short stories from authors around the world.

 

Planned to be released  in Septemberv 2010 by

Bridge House Publishing.

 

Jim the Invincible

has been commended in the Pauline Walsh Short, Short Story 2010 Literary Competition presented by Eastwood/Hills Fellowship of Australian Writers

 

The Coal Miner's Candle

      "You ran away! How old were you?"

      "I was going on fourteen.  I left a note on the kitchen table and took off in the middle of the night. I didn't have any money, didn't know what I was going to do, but along the road I ran into a bloke who said they were hiring for the State Coal Mine in Wonthaggi...." 

Not yet released

The Garramoda:

     Hhhrr, hhhrr, hhhrr.  Caralee puffed her breath on the mirror; watched the vapour form misty on the glass, and then fade slowly, delicately.  I should have thrown that mirror away years ago, accepted that it would never give back what it had taken and been done with it. 

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 Danhooden:

      Danhooden was a bulb baby, which was an accurate description even though he was grown to adulthood, since standing on his tip-toes, he was no taller than Merryl Conch's big toe was high.

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