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2019 Spring T3BOOKS

Excerpt from We Are Tiny Beneath the Light

The Chickens It was never my idea to get the chickens I almost blacked out in St Mark’s square in Venice when the pigeons flocked low and brushed my face you laughed and laughed and I almost decided not to marry you then but when you…

Heidi NorthDecember 18, 2019

2019 Spring T3BOOKS

Excerpt from The Unreliable People

My name is Moon Alma-Ata, Kazakhstan, USSR – 1977 There aren't many words of the old country that survived the homogenisation of Stalin's collective farms. Only the old people harbour much knowledge of the language, but they refuse to speak it. The fragments Antonina hears are the ones her…

Rosetta AllanDecember 18, 2019

2019 Spring T3BOOKS

Excerpt from Attraction

That kind of drowning feeling. The air is all around your face, if you could only breathe it. Ilana said, —The first breath you take again always hurts. She is an experienced drowner and I am just starting out. —This wave, she says. Yelling, —Come, no, here by me. She…

Ruby PorterDecember 18, 2019

2019 Spring T3STORIES

Subdivision

Nicola heard Quinn’s car rattle into the driveway, and jolted to her feet to let him in. Her nephew, dressed entirely in black, dropped a large Look Sharp bag into her arms and shot past her into the kitchen. She stood in the threshold. Not a single trick-or-treater had knocked…

Gina HoldenDecember 17, 2019

© Welcome Swallow, Hirundo neoxena neoxena, collected 14 September 1953, Stewart Island, New Zealand. Acquisition history unknown. CC BY-NC-ND 4.0. Te Papa (OR.000490)

2019 Spring T3STORIES

Exit Through The Thrift Shop

Oisín jumped on a stray plank of wood with both feet. He heard its dry snap surge through the empty rooms and crackle into the darkness of the house. They stood there, the pair of them, in the dimness, and Oisín tried to exhale for as long as the dust…

Fiachra KelleherDecember 17, 2019

2019 Spring T3STORIES

Michaela’s Thread

It was the seventh night of the blackout. Michaela was six stitches away from closing the hole on the sleeve of her school uniform when she gave a pull and realised that the thread was not going to be enough. Now it was shorter than her little finger and there…

Cybonn AngDecember 17, 2019

2019 Spring T3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

GREEN The lichen clinging to Dominion Road's footpath has a colour that I cannot name. It is pale anaemic blood splatter, little patches of not-quite life that are not-quite green, the almost-colour of an almost-plant. KFC glows red on one corner, golden arches glare at me from another, and I…

Sonya WilsonDecember 15, 2019

© Janko Ferlič - @specialdaddy on Unsplash

2019 Spring T3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

MAGIC Part of night’s magic is how it preserves possibilities day annihilates. Those floodlights, barren blare delimiting the asphalt of State Highway One from the formless darkness beyond, might be the sentinels of a robocratic regime. Those bright points shaping a hill from shadow might be the watchfires of a…

Hayden MacphersonDecember 15, 2019

2019 Spring T3SHORTS

Auckland Shorts

Microfiction 3D printing only became ubiquitous once the machines could print using any materials – plastics, plants, stem cells, dreams. Bushfires started earlier each year. Soon every month saw fire restrictions, as we tried to make sure there was something left to burn. That robots would take our…

Jack Remiel CottrellDecember 15, 2019

2018 Spring T3ESSAYS

Brother Francis

I was reading about Chaucer’s Monk, and I thought: I know this person. He lived just down the road. Chaucer’s Monk is not your usual religious man. He is rebellious, fully alive and in complete control of his existence. Our resident Monk in Puhoi was called Brother Francis. I…

Jamie de JongNovember 20, 2018