Posted in April 2008, stories on April 28, 2008 | 1 Comment »
Is there anything quite like a cafe? No. Cafes are the epicentre of good and evil, the place where all the best and worst of humanity combines into a grotesque quiche of doom, with sprinkles of love. It’s only fitting that, during our short reign, we at DVS have published not one but perhaps several [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on April 21, 2008 | 3 Comments »
On the table there is a wooden pig. No matter what happens it keeps smiling. What does it know?
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When I was Thirteen I Ate My City
Trent Jamieson
When I was thirteen I ate my city. I was extremely tall for my age. I had a serious face and a much more dreadfully serious hunger. Brisbane was [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on April 14, 2008 | 2 Comments »
I’m too sick to think of something witty to say about this story… so you’ll have to make do with my half-brother Carlson who calls it “twice the piranhas for only half the pickles”… we all know what he means by that right?
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Piranhas, Pickle Joe, and Me
Melissa Yuan-Innes
My best friend is a pickle.
By that, I [...]
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Posted in April 2008, stories on April 7, 2008 | 4 Comments »
This story has a character called Zif the magic beaver. How could you not buy a story with a character called Zif the magic beaver? No really.
Now behold its mystery!!
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Eat My Stardust
Sarah Totton
Zif the magic beaver crawled out of the dam he’d burrowed in the duvet. He gazed at the 4-D polychromatic poster on the [...]
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