2019 Microflix SOUND Texts

The theme for 2019 is SOUND.

This year, Microflix invited authors to submit microlit texts on the theme of SOUND for adaptation by filmmakers. The texts submitted were reviewed by microlit specialist and Spineless Wonders’ editor Associate Professor Cassandra Atherton.

The following microlit texts on the theme of SOUND were selected from our submissions and are available for adaptation by entrants to the 2019 Microflix Film Awards.

When it was Yugoslavia by Richenda Rudman

When it was Yugoslavia, three young women and the hitchhiking lad they’d collected, stopped near a lake to photograph shots of sun that moved like fish on the water and mountains boasting alongside.  After, the van…

Two kinds of synaesthete rain by Tess Pearson

The sound of heavy rain falling in torrents at night instantaneously transports my body into a cool, dark place. I plunge below the surface of a river, reaching into the depths until my hands press against…

Translucent Silence by Maree Gallop

I shuffle my bottom across the cold damp sand, closer to you, and curl my knees under my chin. You don’t budge. I pray you’ll lean into me, even a smidge. My gaze is on the…

Tradition by Emma Jones

The heat is stifling. 38 degrees Celsius, sweat dripping down your everything. It’s just gone noon and there’s no breeze coming into the sunroom through the open, louvered windows. There is no breeze for them to…

Tracking Back by Beth Spencer

The year I turned thirteen the red rattler train on the way to and from school was the percussion of my dreams.  The zip of passing the back rows of houses. The bells ringing at the…

The Mosaic by Emma Jones

 Stepping out onto the sidewalk of the chaotic city street, I absorb everything. A deep breath in as I walk to the crossing. A neon man encourages me to venture out onto the road and I…

The Dance Class by Hilary Hewitt

 Alfredo snaps his fingers, the bead curtain rattles and a young woman click-clacks onto the parquet. A silk camellia is pinned in her hair. She’s wearing a tight dress, gold stilletos. Issy looks at her own…

The Concert by Kathy Prokhovnik

We push the door open onto a hushed scene. A scattering of people in sofas and chairs surround three brightly-lit performers who are intent on producing a long whining background drone and a foreground sound of…

The Call by Tess Pearson

In the early morning she heard something calling. She couldn’t be sure what it was. It reached her past the sounds of airplanes, trains, and peak hour traffic. Past the shouts of school children in the…

The Beach by Carol Kanthan

 The sky and the horizon unite like two lovers. Sunlight paints bronze shapes that rest on blue-green towels. Others hug their knees and relax under stripy beach umbrellas. The wind lifts the umbrellas, blows the hair…

The blue panel by Roger Vickery

 In an ancient panel van of cobalt blue, travelling from Townsville along the sugar road, the molasses road, the poison toad roaming road… the midnight road to Cairns.  One elbow through the window kissed by a…

Sunday Morning Wake-up Call by Nicki Blake

I was aware that morning had come when the reverse whistle of the local magpies gurgled from the trees into my bedroom and subconsciousness. I wasn’t awake though. Then your screen-door banged which had me opening…

Street noise by Anna Couani

 There is the highway that curves off up ahead and an acrylic pour that could seem like that. All gloopy and curving lines.  A window onto the main road seen straight on, only tree branches and…

Sparrow by Lourdes Zamanillo

My grandmother lived in a neighbourhood called “April Sounds”. This puzzled me as a child. What did April sound like? It wasn’t a particularly interesting month. It was neither hot nor cold, neither green nor red.…

Sounds Of Earth by Stefano Tudor

First, Arthur listened to the sound of the ocean. He closed his eyes and let its rhythm fill his mind. He tried to imagine what the ocean would have looked like. For a moment, he had…

Sound by Tiffany Smith

 Here she is, my great-granddaughter, Jack. She looks like a boy freshly fallen from a tree. She comes to see me on the first Thursday of every month.  ’What have you got for me this time…

Softness by Tess Pearson

She left the house where it had all happened, pulling the door shut gently behind her, only a quiet click as the lock engaged announcing her departure. Some people wear their anger on the outside, she…

Road Rivers by Che Bailey

Bullets of rain torrented down; ear-shattering and glacial, they cast a grim mist into the air that hazed everything. It was impossible to see more than seven meters in any direction; it all just faded away.…

Rita and the 428 by CJ Vallis

At Central, Rita hails the 428. Her overlong, flowered skirt wipes the bus floor as she taps on and heads to an empty seat. She settles in with shopping bags. There’s a discarded magazine beside her,…

Misophonia by Rachel Tam

 Dinnertime is when families eat together. Not me; I am already in the next room. There is clinking and scraping of metal on porcelain bowls. They inhale as they put food into mouths.  Inhale slurp lips…

Margrit by Alexandra Geneve

 I found out her name was Margrit. Spelled just like that. Margrit. Like something you might pick from between your teeth when you thought nobody was looking. Or scrape from the bottom of your shoe. Something…

In the Mall by Libby Sommer

 In a café inside a mall in Sydney a small curly-topped girl sobbed and sobbed. She sat on her father’s lap, stabbing her finger into a slice of banana bread. Her dad soothed, whispered, coaxed. What…

Gravestones by Alexandra Geneve

 I finished preparing my breakfast in the silence after my uncle had received his coffee. I seated myself down at the table opposite him. I had forgotten I was even there for a minute, looking at…

Glebe by Hilary Hewitt

 Old Mrs Constantinides only talks to bicycle-Sal. That bloody dog! Much lunging at Sal’s legs. Down Spiro! Old Mrs C, her black-du-jour, much crossing of the chest. The morning Ellin took up her collection Sal rode…

Every Song That Driver Knew by Stephanie Susko

 Whenever I hear Janis sing that part in Me and Bobby McGee, “we sang every song that driver knew”, it feels like she was thinking on me. See, I drove the bus all over the country…

Dry Ballad by Annie Drum

the leaves are turning on the cherry maples, there would be a silent sound for it. probably this sound occurs at night for the birds to hear and the insects to feel the vibration. turning the…

Aurora Australis by John Carey

The depth of your sleep is measured by the shock of each fracture. Kookaburras with their parody of parade-ground bugles. Noisy miners stage-whispering “ noli tacere” to each other. The panicky stepped bleating of corellas. A…

Cities that are not Dublin by Mark Roberts

i have a plan for reading ulysses—actually more than reading it, finishing it. today i am going to neilsen park with a picnic lunch. i will start reading next to the harbour, easing my way into…

Given by Joshua Maule

In the caravan’s annex, he tapped the keys of his age-old laptop: drumming out thoughts from the year. They played fast, like slot cars, whizzing. The corners of his affections curled. Dedicated as he was to…

Listen by Tim Sinclair

Listen. No. I mean, look. Watch this space. It’s our final frontier, this something between us, and we have to come out to the edge of ourselves to shout across the chasm. […]F Download all Sound…

Aftermath by Shady Cosgrove

I’m jerked awake. Metallica. It’s shaking the caravan it’s so fucking loud. Oh, Jimmy. He’s three doors down. Old Sam and Eileen are going to have a fit, you know they are, but he can’t help…

When B moved in by Paulette Smythe

When B moved in, the wall became a talking skin. I never saw the man, just heard his meaty grunts and groans as he lugged his stuff upstairs, then the smooth click of a freshly cut…

Earthquake by Karen Whitelaw

When the earthquake struck I was looking in the fridge for something to eat. The fridge shuddered like a dog shaking off water and the light blinked. I jumped back thinking it was about to explode.…

Where there is no fire by Julie U’Ren

The silence was broken when the smoke alarm screeched at 1:50 am. It rang out urgently over and over. She stumbled out of bed, clattered about the room feeling for the light switch. In the kitchen,…

The snorer by Jennifer Kornberger

She bought pink beeswax earplugs for Seb in Athens. I won’t hear the siren song tonight, Seb joked. I am no longer beautiful to him, she concluded. her body noised without her permission, as if age…

Munurru by Emma Homes

In the morning they saw the trees and the river with the blue dome of sky overhead, and decided not to travel on. They swam. The children jumped from rocks. Splashed and scolded each other. The…

After the storm by Emma Ashmere

Headlights flash across my mother’s beehive and my father’s towelling hat. She stops knitting. He’s talking about UFOs again, how they tailed his Wirraway over New Guinea during the war. […] Full texts will be available…

Madame Bovary by Charles D’Anastasi

Behind each solitary reader: a wall with two windows, city noises, night. What cuts across during the silence, while one voice reads, and another one follows, as the list of poets is worked through, is the…

The Rock by Bella Li

Somewhere between the laundry aisle and the junk food section, my favourite track from my favourite album by my favourite ’90s post-rock outfit starts playing over the PA, and it’s a banger, it’s the best twelve…

The Plot by Ashley Haywood

Sound of scrubbing stone is the sound of a cemetery in Paris on the first day of spring. Row after row, bright, plastic gloves move in unison. No one pauses for springtime disturbances: no one misses…

Meniere’s by Anna Spargo-Ryan

When I am eight I open my lungs in a school music room and I do not close them again. I do trills and scales and Lean on Me at school speech night and Quando m’en…