FEAR AND TREMBLING by GANG OF YOUTHS. Fiction by Sean Mortell.
A rollercoaster through yourself. The rain monotonously pounds on the floor-to-ceiling window, obscuring the twinkling lights of the city. Murmurs disperse across the room...
LET’S DISAPPEAR by JOSH KRAJCIK. Fiction by Alice Richardson
I asked where she was going and she giggled. Said she didn’t know, didn’t care.
NORWEGIAN WOOD. Fiction by Dorothy Simmons
Get to know your neighbours, I thought, stepping back. ‘Grab a chair,’ I said before remembering I didn’t have any yet.
IN THE SUMMERTIME by MUNGO JERRY. Fiction by Niles Reddick
"What the hell kind of friends do you have? I’m paying twenty thousand dollars a year to send you to that private Catholic prep school, and I will not allow trash to come into my house whether literally or via social media."
ANCHOR by BIRDS OF TOKYO Fiction by Rebecca Norton
His wife would be waiting for him to get home, ready to hear about his day. Desperate for a connection to a world she wasn’t part of right now.
MORNING MOOD by EDVARD GRIEG Fiction by Mir-Yashar Seyedbagheri
The music conjures images of a new person. A person who can smile, laugh, interact.
BRIDGE OF CLAY by MARKUS ZUSAK
Bridge of Clay is the new novel by Markus Zusak, author of The Book Thief. The new novel has been a long time coming. More than a dozen years. Stereo Stories had the privilege of Markus Zusak joining us onstage at the 2017 Williamstown Literary Festival where, backed by The Stereo Stories Band playing [...]
I FALL TO PIECES by PATSY CLINE Fiction by Karen Schauber
They listened to the radio for hours sprawled out in the meadow under the shade of the Buckeye tree, well out of range of the Amish homestead. An everlasting friendship forged.
MESSAGE TO MY GIRL by SPLIT ENZ Fiction by Jeff Dowsing
There are guidelines to making a mix tape when you're in love: no heavy metal, no techno, no hip hop, no breakup elegies, no schmaltzy love songs and definitely no Phil Collins or Rick Astley.
HEROES by DAVID BOWIE Fiction by Jeff Dowsing
As a Bowie aficionado Jack couldn’t hold a candle to Dennis, but this track burns deep at the best of times, and obliterates him in the worst. Such as now.