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Many novelists find short stories quite tough to write. I must confess I prefer writing novels. However, here are a few that you may enjoy over a cup of coffee.

Port Jackson, Australia, 1796 Robert hitched himself over the fence before the soldiers turned the corner, and landed clumsily on all fours in someone’s shrubbery. He froze, crouching within the shadow of a stocky, low-spreading banksia, head down, his lungs protesting mightily and heard the shouts as His Britannic Majesty’s human hounds came baying. The small cough did not alert him at first. Rather, he noticed small feet within a kicking distance of his face.…
Bill helped Phyllis off the ferryboat to Fig Tree and onto the wharf. He'd thought about taking her to one of the pleasure gardens in Middle Harbour, but this place, tucked up the Lane Cove river, was less showy, so with luck none of her family's highfalutin friends would be around. The gossips would have a field day. The daughter of one of Sydney's wealthiest men seen on the arm of a larrikin gardener! ‘Welcome…
Georgiana Roe swiftly put up a gloved hand to check that her bonnet plume had not been blown askew by the brisk breeze from Sydney Cove and stepped into the offices of Blackthorne & Paris. ‘I'm Miss Euphegenia Arbuthnott here to see Mr Richard Paris.’ With a sniff, a bald-headed clerk left his ledger to rap upon the inner door and escort her through. She caught her breath as Richard Paris rose from behind his…
A damsel in distress meets a chivalrous knight in this medieval tale, originally commissioned for St Valentine's Day by The Australian Women's Weekly. Demoiselle Madeleine de Bellegarde-sur-Cher took a deep breath and stepped up onto the cart that the villagers had overturned to block the bridge. ‘My lady, the English!’ exclaimed one of her doughtier fellows, as the enemy troop rode into sight. ‘God have mercy on us!’ ‘Be brave, all of you,’ she said…
IT should have been a perfect evening for Estelle, wife of the new Governor of the Colony of Victoria. There was no talk of rabbits, Mr Lalor had been charming and none of the men had made foolish jokes about the university’s decision to permit female students. The world seemed to be making progress. And then with utter spitefulness, a haughty, loud voice had exclaimed: ‘Good family! Pfaugh, nonsense. Married beneath him, didn’t he! An…