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She once called it her sanctuary. From the huge window in the lounge she used to gaze on the paradise outside her door, like how others would stare at the cover of a monthly calendar. The land, with its gentle rises and dips, were dotted here and there with sheep—small…

The Nat Geo narrator’s voice is calm. He walks the viewers through different stages of the crocodile’s motherhood. She has laid her eggs in a safe place, away from predators, and now finally it’s time to hatch. Their sounds, calling out to the mother crocodile, are shrill. Baby crocodiles emerge…

Lorna sweeps open the curtains and gasps. Fog, opaque and oddly beautiful, has swallowed the view. Little Monroe Bay has become an island. The mist lingers in the gully below the house, wisps hiding amongst the trees, pressing in from the water. Reaching toward her.   They’d chosen this tiny settlement,…

You’ve just blown back into town and you’re at The Salty Dog this one sweaty night with your best mate Jonesy and a few other guys you haven’t seen in a while. Jonesy, he’s been around longer than anybody. He’s a big lad, both broad and tall. Coloured ink writhes…

4. Will, a Samoan man prone to bouts of obsessiveness, made a vow: today, this very Sunday, he’d remove himself from the internet. For most of the week, he’d argued with someone about the correct way to make palusami in the comments section of an article on Facebook. Will was…

Clear. Sometimes I have this nightmare that I can breathe underwater. I don’t realise immediately. I hold my breath as the cold gnaws and I kick down. Below me his ankle circles in languid orbit, brushing on tangleweed. Deeper. Breath disappears with the last beams of light, but I don’t…