Tales from Three Corners

It was made for thunderstorms and cold days. For curling up by the fireplace, whiskey in hand. For long reads, favourite movies, and nights when sleep was so hard to find. It clashed with the décor and it’s ascetic offensive to most visitors. Voiced by Phil, produced by Postie, photo by Jrtc.

Dave wasn't careless, that’s just the point. Dave was very careful... Three Corners careful. That careful that came with the knowledge that life was fleeting and precious, and you couldn’t let it get in the way of fun, laughter, or his latestinvention.

Inspired by Erol, produced by Postie, picture by Pixabay.

The Old Bat was a crack shot. There had been a murder of crows cawing up the back of the paddock for a few days now.

The new shoots of grass had drawn the wildlife to the edge of the road, where the cars and trucks had finished them off.

Great food for the crows though. Voiced by Victoria, produced by Postie, photo by Manny Mederos.

An ice-cream container, filled to the brim with water had been gingerly and very carefully carried across from the tap to the new pen. Grubby hands had eagerly spread the chook pellets to help them feel at home, the chickens settled in to stay and so, therefore, they needed names... Voiced by Tess, Olly and Postie, produced by Postie, photo by Yan Krukau

A longer story, written for the anthology Huon Writes 2, available for purchase here. Produced by Postie, photo by the Franklin Frosties.

When the large semi-trailer tried to negotiate the bend at three corners, rather unsuccessfully after the work Christmas party, the entire town got a present that most would have preferred never to have received. Produced by Postie, photo by Stefan.

Losing her house wasn’t the end of the world, she tried reminding herself. It was a silly phrase. Losing.

She hadn’t lost it at all, it was right there where the developer would be bulldozing it into a thousand tiny matchsticks.

Produced by Postie, photo by Nate Biddle (@nateb.visuals)

The Keeper of Lost and Found Things held secrets and heartbreaks. Poems and journals. There were collections of dummies, books lost in the rain, their pages dry but forever resting in waves of words. School jumpers, and the occasional esky. Produced by Postie, photo by Connor McManus (@tarnishedpixels ) at Pexels.

He was from the generation where you didn’t speak of loss, or grief. He was from a bygone era, and some days he felt the distance more than others. His friends are the same. A clap on the shoulder is the only acknowledgement he needs, just to keep going. Produced by Postie. Photo by Matej at Pexels.

On the day before a long weekend, the last day of school before the holidays, the blues skies held the promise of fevered anticipation. You see, there was a plan afoot. There was someone in the village who had been waiting, and watching for years. Produced by Postie, voiced by Jacq and Greg. Photo by Elijah O'Donnell

The electricity cut out without warning and a scream left his mouth involuntarily as he raced to find card for the meter.

Produced by our award winning sound designer Postie, voiced by Jason and Kadi. Photo by Edyttka Stawiarska.

She had the dream, the dream they all did. The difference was, that she had the means to make that dream come true. She could just pack up and leave.

Produced by Postie.

He just wanted some peace at work. It was crowded with people seeking advancement, constant agenda driven behaviour, courtesy-less teamwork and it was exhausting. Just once, he'd liked to be the one people listened to. It was time to escape. Produced by Postie, photo by Feyza (@asumaani) and inspiration from Will & Steph (@picniccafehobart)

Sneaking past the blue bike in the laundry was the hardest. Everything was crammed in so tight it was hard to manoeuvre. Produced by Postie, photo by Leandro Boogalu.

It smelt of dust, stale air and old memories. The sun light filtered through the window as the motes flew around the room in the wake of his footsteps. Once it was empty, a room of promises; a study, a nursery, a sewing room, guestroom and now... Storage. Produced by Postie, photo by Pexels.

Mr MacGregor saw the unfolding of the Big Bank Robbery as he shuffled down the street. It was another hot day, the ground baked and the air dripped, and his town clothes were now coated in a fine layer of dust from the roadside. Produced by Postie, image by Ray Marsh from Pixabay

Every time he climbs the stairs, she sees that he looks in. Is it a reflex? Is it curiosity? Is it a little more sinister? The stairs run along her loungeroom windows, so many people walking up to the top flats do peep in, then realise what they’re doing and look away quickly. Embarrassed. Produced by Postie, photo by Niels Hunnersen.

For six months he caught the bus in to work. In those six months only two people returned his greeting. Two. Apart from the bus drivers, who always said hello, shared a joke, commiserated on a sporting team’s loss. Produced by Postie, voiced by the Franklin Frosties, and photo from Pexels.

He liked to think of himself as the Bard of the Backyard. The Shakespeare of the streets, the voice to the voiceless and the antidote to the dope of the wires. Produced by Postie, photo by ShonEjai.