Many of our Write On tutors write Flash Fiction and have been highly successful with awards and publications both in Āotearoa and...

Where am I? Who am I? My watch reads 28/11/1979. This date seems important somehow, but I’m not sure why. I’m almost certain the year...

Zena looked about in wonder. She was still at her grandmother’s house, but it was night, and the trees swayed in a breeze that Zena...

“Get moving ye land lovers,” the pirate barks from the bow of the ship. The salty sea air blows through his long brown hair. He resonates...

“So what is this ‘long story’ that you have to tell me?” she asks while sipping her coffee. “I’m James. I was born in the 1700s and I...

Paris, June 5th 1832 “La Liberte ou la Mort,” yelled the man in front as he raised a blood red flag. Monsieur Bertrand was pushed aside...

It was 38,001 BC. The wind whistled and wandered along the cavernous rock walls, and the airborne frostbite laughed and joked at poor...

I could be at a party with Stephen Hawking right now, I thought. But, oh no, I'm the one with the ancestral problems… I ran past a row of...

Our team had a marvellous two days guiding 48 young writers at The Arts Centre Te Matatiki Toi Ora in Christchurch as part of...

I bite other people and turn them into werewolves like me.

We’re going on a walk along Breakneck Road

We're going on a rabbit hunt

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BY KEITH BLACKMUN, YEAR 9, CATHOLIC CATHEDRAL COLLEGE A tractor runs down the street, a time of remembrance. It is currently late...

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