2019 Microflix SOUND Texts – Excerpts

The following microlit texts on the theme of SOUND are available for adaptation by entrants to the 2019 Microflix Film Awards.

Full texts will be available to filmmakers upon registration.

New texts will be added up until May 6.

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…

Reverberate by Kim Aikman

My father did not die in a horrible way. A month before his stroke took him quietly and quickly, he was walking from the cramped apartment we lived in to the hotel where he worked, when…

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. […] Full texts will…

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…