He never picked up his wet towels off the bathroom floor,
no matter how many times I asked.
He never left the toilet seat down after he used it,
no matter how many times I implored.
Author: Lisa Rufus
The End is Nigh! … Again
The other day, Barack Obama, President of the U-nited States of America, stated his support for same-sex marriage. Here is what did not happen as a result to that affirmation: The world did not stop […]
The Blue Tarpaulin
The blue tarpaulin crinkled as he lay down. Cold night air tried to bite at his bare skin but he felt nothing. He positioned himself next to her, arms almost touching. They both looked up […]
D-Men (sample chapter)
1. Dave was hot. He rolled over in bed to the sight of his wife’s face. Dolores looked like she had just run a marathon with all funds raised going to the tired and […]
The Last Laugh
The crowd responded with laughter and applause. Some rolled off their chairs into the aisles—their sides, along with delicate bladders, on the verge of bursting. A few dashed to the amenities and made it just […]
André Masson and Le labyrinthe
This essay was written for MSTU1010 Introduction to Creative Thought and Practice as part of the Bachelor of Creative Arts, University of Queensland in 2011.
Consuming Hannibal
This essay on NBC’s television series Hannibal was written for the subject ENGL6050 Honours Seminar as part of the Bachelor of Arts (Honours) program at The University of Queensland on September 25th, 2014.
About Me
I’ve lived in Brisbane, Australia most of my life with a wonderful interlude on Mount Tamborine during the 80s. My short story Tales from the Pine Tree Forest is about my primary school. In 2011 […]
Lisa Rufus 