ZOE MCDONALD

‘You’re chaotic. Truly. You know me, my accountant ways. I’m the enemy of vagueness. Sometimes I don’t know how we’re friends.’

We stand bare-foot in the cool grass of my backyard. It’s only the two of us in the watery afternoon shadow of the house, the house my...

"And this summer is killing me. I think I’ll be eighty-five before uni starts again. Wet and toothless and saggy in all the worst places."

So, I wrote a novel! Not sure if it'll ever make it to paper, but I figured for my first go at a book, it's not too shabby a job. Here's...

A short story about a girl defying gravity, and expectations. 1 It’s 1969 and I watch a man stand on the moon for the first time. The...

The title says it all. My wetsuit is still damp when I pull it on behind the shed, shuddering in the bare-faced day, my skin crawling in...

To Where the Light Touches is a short story about a boy, a struggling farm, and a very lucky cow. 1 The day is unborn, but we are up, the...

Just a little something for a competition. Enjoy! The lost hour If you close your eyes, the gunfire sounds like thunder. Rolling angrily...