Koala Town by Paul F Walsh Santa’s sleigh is barely visible through the choking smoke. Santa is wearing a respirator over his flowing beard, and he can’t see where he’s going. Santa’s sleigh is being guided by snoutnav. Chester the Jester is an unusual reindeer. He’s a shape-shifter like his companion Merlin the Magnificat.
Lady Buckethead and The Goddess of Storms by Paul F Walsh I knew that Joe was dead. The hospice sister had phoned me at 3am. I ducked into the chapel five hours later to have a word with the god that Joe didn’t believe in. Morning sun filtered through the stained glass. A rainbow
A MURDER by Paul F Walsh When Susan and I arrive at Planet Fitness, a murder is not premeditated. We are too busy meditating on number plates in the car park. We are parked between BBC and CNN. Clearly our arrival is newsworthy on this foggy fitness morning. Susan enters the Quonset building,
ROTUNDA FORTUNAE by PAUL F WALSH I’m not a Lambton lad or lass, but I am a Lambton legend. Indeed, it could be said that the entire township rotates around me. I’m 128 years old, but I long to be 228 years old, and, to understand that longing, you’d need to know of what
A Novella by Paul F Walsh for Sam and The Beast Dramatis Personae Sam a dog with an unknown past Cicero a cat with a well-known past The noble senators readers and listeners of this wagging tale The Laman Street figs fourteen living as one Veritas the goddess of truth The bottlebrush a urinary associate
Welcome to the Novocastrian Tales page from Tusk Productions. This page is named in honour of our national bestseller Novocastrian Tales. In some senses, we are redefining the words Novocastrian and Tales to mean whatever we want them to mean at any particular point in time. Defining terms is a very mathematical construct. In this case, Tales will be defined as an independent variable. Expect the unexpected!
I was standing in line in the foyer of the Great Hall waiting for the doors to open for our latest university mathematics exam. I was VERY NERVOUS. I did not know what I know now with respect to studying mathematics, and I most certainly did not know what I know now about sitting for mathematics exams.
In my childhood memories, the rather tiny Lambton Library is huge. I would ride my ancient pushbike down through Lambton Park as though I were a famous fighter pilot, rest the rusting bike against the old weatherboards of the library and then rush into its hallowed domain in search of the latest Biggles book.