Archive for the Fiction Category

Ice-Induced Psychotic Episode: A (More or Less) True Story

Posted in Fiction on January 19, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle



“It’s hopeless!” he said, and when he lifted his face, he was crying.

“What’s hopeless?” I asked.

“I feel so empty!” he said. “I just want it all to end!” Continue reading

Ice-Induced Psychotic Episode: A (More or Less) True Story

Posted in Fiction on January 7, 2016 by Jarrod Boyle



“Hi mate, what’s up?” I said as I answered my mobile, tracing a finger along the fresh dust that sat upon the dashboard.

“You know exactly what’s going on,” Minh hissed down the line.

He was correct; I knew exactly what was wrong. And he couldn’t have chosen a worse day for it. Continue reading

Lisa Ann Has Hips Like a Cello

Posted in Fiction, Love letters, Pornography with tags on December 7, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


Lisa Ann has hips like a cello. She’s the same colour, too. Continue reading

Published – Review of Australin Fiction

Posted in Fiction, Writing with tags on November 19, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


I have had a short story published in this edition of The Review of Australian Fiction.

Please feel free to buy a copy if you feel so moved.

Theme Parks and Obstacle Courses – A Novel

Posted in Fiction, Theme Parks and Obstacle Courses on May 12, 2015 by Jarrod Boyle


The sun was beating down on a mid-week afternoon when Pat alighted the tram at the corner of Fitzroy Street and Canterbury Road. Things in St Kilda had changed considerably in the years he had been away. Continue reading

Kafka’s Mouse and Bukowski’s Bluebird

Posted in Fiction, Observation, Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on July 7, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

Book maze

I read Kafka’s The Trial earlier in the year, and it was a boring read that paid off in a big way by the end. Continue reading

Things I Don’t Want to Know

Posted in Fiction, Reading, Real Men with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on April 13, 2014 by Jarrod Boyle

Deborah Levy

Things I Don’t Want To Know by Deborah Levy does not, judging from the blurb on the back, sound like the sort of book I’d like to read.

‘…it is feminist and political while being an inspiring act of writing.’

Whenever a book is ‘feminist and political’, it’s like being hit over the head with a length of dowel; irritating and painful, but not hard enough to knock you out – or into unconsciousness so you don’t have to listen anymore. Continue reading

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