Issue 10

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Issue 10

12.00

Contents:

Letters – Ryan O’Neill, Caitie Lawless
Etgar Keret – How to Make a Good Script Great
Carys Davies – The Quiet
Patrick Lenton – What is a Hornet
Chloe Smith – Hell is a Place
Paul Foot – Dalai Karma
Eric Yoshiaki Dando – When a Lion Attacks
Jennifer Mills – Blue, Red, Blue, Red, Blue
Julie Koh – The Wall
Dave Eggers – After I Was Thrown in the River and Before I Drowned

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Issue 10 is a carnival of short stories! It has a new story from the wonderful Israeli writer, Etgar Keret, and story from Carys Davies new award-winning collection, and a host of Australian talent bringing us tales of strange deaths and love affairs; romantic trips to the Heretic Hot Springs; homicides, mayhem, and big cats in Bacchus Marsh.

The High Life Editorial by Robert Skinner

We knew very little about publishing when we started this magazine, except that it seemed to involve a lot of champagne and yachts, so we went down to the DMV to get boat licences. This turned out to be largely unnecessary. Our biggest financial achievement in our first year was being paid $30 by our landlord for catching the office mouse.
In our second year of operation we tackled our financial woes head-on by inventing a fake accountant called Linda McMackerson. She chased down overdue accounts and wrote stern emails with a disturbing combination of emoticons in the signature. We tried to create an aura of fear around her every time we mentioned her in public. We spread rumours that she had won a silver medal in the Olympic javelin, and that she was still angry about coming in second. And that she still had her javelin. [...]


How to Make a Good Script Great by Etgar Keret

My girlfriend thinks I’m a sucker, that people are always screwing me, that I look like I’m asking for it. Four months ago, right out of the army, we took a trip to America, and she says the price I paid for the tickets was a rip-off. She also thinks I’m too skinny. But she’s not pissed off at me about that because it’s not my fault. [...]
 

The Quiet by Carys Davies

She didn’t hear him arrive.
The wind was up and the rain was thundering down on the tin roof like a shower of stones and in the midst of all the noise she didn’t hear the rattle of his old buggy approaching. She didn’t hear the scrape of his iron-rimmed wheels on the track, the soft thump of his feet in the wet dust. She didn’t know he was there until she looked up from her bucket of soapy water and saw his face at her window, his pale green eyes with their tiny black pin-prick pupils blinking at her through the glass. [...]

What is a Hornet? by Patrick Lenton

So, this morning I was standing at the station listening to ‘Wrecking Ball’ by Gillian Welch and I was thinking about a romance book I’d just read which said something about passion being important in life, and I was trying to think what passion feels like, but I just kept thinking about the flu. [...]

Hell is a Place by Chloe Smith

Reigniting the fire. That’s what we’re doing. And I am with Leanne one hundred per cent on this, as she deftly shaves her underarms in the bathroom mirror of our hotel. I tell her she is my pumpkin, my sweetie, my little choux pastry and what a treat it will be to have some quality time together here in Hell. She turns to me with one arm in the air as if she has a question, her underarm fluffed with shaving cream like a hairy soft serve. [...]

If you are Attacked by a Lion by Eric Yoshiaki Dando

My grandfather once developed a magical health elixir made from certain exotic herbs and compounds no longer available. It was a cure-all for whatever ailed you. He was run out of several small towns when some of the town dignitaries
began hallucinating. A council secretary smashed through a third-storey window and died. He believed he was being chased through the council chambers by lions and tigers and bears.
He manufactured thousands of bottles and did a roaring trade up and down the old highway, selling each bottle for a dollar and burying the money in a box.
No-one knows where the box is buried exactly. [...]

Blue, Red, Blue, Red, Blue by Jennifer Mills

She wants to lie down but has woken in a crouch again. Her body is longer and wider than the bed and the space on the floor of the room is smaller than that and the rest of the house is broken up into other rooms that cannot take her. She eyes the daily challenge of her bedroom door, breathing like an athlete. She must bend at all her joints, make the most unlikely shapes of herself in order to get out. [...] 

The Wall by Julie Koh

On morning TV, a politician is promising to build a wall. The wall will divide
Australia across the middle.
‘It’s a wall to keep the Chinese out,’ the politician explains. ‘Every night the tiny Chinese people come in and stroke my hair as I sleep. It’s illegal. They expect to get paid well for all the stroking – discount prices, they say. I tell them this isn’t a free country. We don’t just hand out jobs. If you disagree, you’re on the wrong side of the wall.’As the politician takes more questions, a wrecking ball swings through our bedroom.
It takes out the TV with a crash. [...]

After I was Thrown in the River and Before I Drowned by Dave Eggers

OH I’M A FAST DOG. I’m fast-fast. It’s true and I love being fast I admit it I love it. You know fast dogs. Dogs that just run by and you say, Damn! That’s a fast dog! Well that’s me. A fast dog. I’m a fast fast dog. Hoooooooo! Hooooooooooooo! 
You should watch me sometime. Just watch how fast I go when I’m going my fastest, when I’ve really got to move for something, when I’m really on my way – man do I get going sometimes, weaving like a missile, weaving like a missile
between trees and around bushes and then pop! I can go over a fence or a baby or a rock or anything because I’m a fast fast dog and I can jump like a fucking gazelle. 
Hoooooooo! Man, oh man. 
I love it I love it. I run to feel the cool air cool through my fur. I run to feel the cold water come from my eyes. I run to feel my jaw slacken and my tongue come loose and flap from the side of my mouth and I go and go and go my name is Steven. [...]