When the horizon goes black, a short story Taken from, The Surfer Alone: A Quiver of Surf Stories·Tuesday, June 12, 2018 by Nick Bruechle You know the feeling. It’s pretty big, and you’re probably somewhere to the right of your comfort zone already, but coping. You’ve been telling yourself that fear can be conquered. That your only real enemies are hesitation and lack of … [Read more...]
A short story by Louise Frederikke Kofoed-Dam
Echo Beach and I (Bali 2017) In hale, ex-hale. I can taste the salt on the tip of my tongue. The air is sticky, yet somehow also sweet and full of flavor. I run my hand through the rough black sand, sticking like glitter to my fingers. In attempt to find wet and cold sand, I dig my ties into the bone dry, fuming sand, slightly burning my toes in the process. There’s a … [Read more...]
The Ride… What could have happened. a short story by Nick Bruechle
The Ride What could have happened. It felt like he was flying. The wind was whipping through his hair at warp speed, and the drops of spray being torn off the face were tiny stinging bullets. The thing stood up in front of him like the blade of an impossibly wide bulldozer, steel grey-green and curling, curling, curling all down the line. Race me, it said, and Kade needed … [Read more...]
JOURNALS from the EDGE, Chapter 10 – BALI HI by Bill Boyum
Chapter Ten Bali High From my book “Journals From the Edge” Bill Boyum I'm settled in my seat on the Pan Am Clipper and recall what Dad told me about the Clipper that landed off Maui in 1936. This aircraft is no longer the seaplane that had stopped back then to refuel on its way to the orient. Dad’s high school yearbook celebrated that seaplane as Maui’s transition … [Read more...]
Ngendag, finding my lens cap by Colin DeCosta – a short story
Ngendag, finding my lens cap by Colin Decosta, baliwaves resident writer Thanks to John Witzig for the edits I’ve lost my lens cap. How is that possible I think as I retrace my steps, I had it in my pocket? For the second time I walk to the empty warung at the edge of the ocean. Nothing. I walk over the little concrete bridge again and check the long grass near a bale I’d … [Read more...]
Bad Magic, a short story by Nick Bruechle
Bad Magic A story by Nick Bruechle http://nickbruechle.com/bad-magic/ Slouching into a hard, uncomfortable aluminium chair, Calem Wright clutched an overpriced Bintang and stared at the people hustling around him. Sun-burned bodies and corn-rowed hair, smiles all round and big packages containing paintings, carvings and other good, honest Bali junk – everyone was going … [Read more...]
“It’s the little differences” Vincent Vega / Pulp Fiction
“It's the little differences. A lotta the same shit we got here, they got there, but there they're a little different” Vincent Vega – Pulp Fiction Staff The ramp expels you into the vast empty space that is the new Ngurah Rai terminal and the first and immediate difference is staff. They are here, there and everywhere, always uniformed smartly but no one seems actively … [Read more...]
An afternoon with the Balinese – a short story by Colin Decosta
An afternoon with the Balinese - Instagram @colindecosta The Indonesian Consulate in Sydney is a non descriptive building in the eastern suburb of Maroubra. When I was a kid the building used to be squash courts and externally it retains almost the same facade with only a Garuda and an Indonesian flag revealing its new owners to any passer-by who cared to look. Looking in … [Read more...]
Under Volcanoes – a short story by Colin DeCosta
Under Volcanoes - Instagram @colindecosta A small boy sits cross legged on the grass among the other kids surrounded by the ancient worn volcanic remnants that are the Warrumbungle mountains deep in the Australian bush. He is transfixed as a movie screen flickers and blazes in the night with images of Iceland's Surtesy volcano. The boy watches as the volcano, like … [Read more...]
The Dogs of Jalan Padma Utara (a short story) by Colin Decosta
The Dogs of Jalan Padma Utara (a short story) by Colin Decosta Everyone who goes to Bali meets dogs. Some people can’t stand them, others seem interested but non plussed and some try and be kind to them. That’s me. I like dogs, even smelly Balinese ones. In 1989 I was staying at Nakula’s, up the from the Bali Padma, and being a bit of a back lane in those days I could … [Read more...]
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