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The Indigo Girls
Penni Russon
It had never been just me and Tilly before. I mean, Tilly’s nothing like me. What if it wrecked everything?
My Life & Other Catastrophes
Rowena Mohr
How do you go about becoming famous if you come from a dump like Wilga Heights? I’ve probably got a better chance of ending up in gaol.
Suite Scarlett
Maureen Johnson
Martin family birthday breakfasts followed a strict tradition. First, there were Belgian waffles, made by Belinda, the beloved Hopewell Hotel cook. These were served up with an array of toppings: chocolate syrup, fresh lemon whipped cream, stewed strawberries, and powdered vanilla sugar. The air should have been thick with wafflely perfume. Instead, there was an acrid, confusing smell, undercut by a light touch of smoke.
Solo
Alyssa Brugman
Everything is hype. All the ads on TV tell you your life will be better if you get a new corrugated iron roof, or granite kitchen bench. Your family will be closer and more loving if you eat fried chicken, or tomato-based simmer sauces. You’ll be tougher and stronger if you drink lemon-flavoured soft drink or eat a fibrous breakfast cereal.
The Shadow Thief
Alexandra Adornetto
As it happens, this story involves a girl, a young and rather pretty girl, with the unfortunate (although admittedly highly original) name of Millipop Klompet.
Nick & Norah's Infinte Playlist
Rachel Cohn & David Levithan
So I, this random bassist in an average queercore band, turn to this girl in flannel who I don’t even know and say:
“I know this is going to sound strange, but would you mind being my girlfriend for the next five minutes?”
Master of the Books
James Moloney
‘You will have a son, and when the boy grows up he will try to kill his father.’
The Last Days
Scott Westerfeld
I sometimes feel it right before something big happens— when I’m about to break a guitar string, or get caught sneaking in, or when my parents are this close to having a monster fight.
Teeth Marks
Rose Moxham
Once there was a little brother and a best mate – and then along came a girl.
Finding Violet Park
Jenny Valentine
The urn was the only thing in that place worth looking at. Maybe it was because I’d been up all night, maybe I needed to latch on to something in there to stop myself from passing out, I don’t know, I found an urn.
Love Like Water
Meme McDonald
Cathy knew heat. Where she came from, heat stood back and laughed at you, then shoved a hand down your throat and dried you inside out.
The Taste of Lightning
Kate Constable
Tansy had an impression of a massive, squatting presence, like a toad. The woman’s face was broad and flat, and her wide, thin-lipped mouth turned down.
Sold
Patricia McCormick
On the first day of the festival, we honour the crows. We put out offerings of rice because crows are the messengers for the lord of death.
Dreamquake
Elizabeth Knox
That was until the early hours of St Lazarus’s Day, 1906, when sleepers in those houses found themselves snagged by the rim of a great screeching wheel of nightmare.
Circle of Flight
John Marsden
Then you see it. One little thing is wrong. The front door’s wide open.
Rose By Any Other Name
Maureen McCarthy
The name is an embarrassment. I’m not beautiful or delicate or sweet smelling. I’m not even pretty.
On the Jellicoe Road
Melina Marchetta
My father took one hundred and thirty two minutes to die. I counted.
Notes from the Teenage Underground
Simmone Howell
My mother, Bev, named me after her favourite feminist, Germaine Greer. My namesake was brave and audacious, a sexual libertine and an authority on Shakespeare. Um...much to live up to?
My Big Birkett
Lisa Shanahan
That night, at midnight, he appeared on the footpath outside our house, wearing a leather loincloth with a black snake draped around his neck. He stood on Dad’s lawn and recited twenty different acrostic poetry renditions on the word ‘Debbie.’
The Silver Road
Grace Dugan
The dream always began the same way. Zuven was standing in the centre of a clearing in the jungle.
The Last Virgin in Year 10
Rosanne Hawke
You have to be so careful. One day you could meet the man of your dreams and you’ve got on a daggy T shirt, or haven’t washed your hair, or haven’t toned up your thighs.
One Whole and Perfect Day
Judith Clarke
But it was no good; the dark little kitchen came sliding into her mind again. What would happen if she’d left the jug turned on?
Little Wing
Joanne Horniman
In the room where she woke late every day, there was a stain on the ceiling where rain had once seeped through.
The Hidden Monastery
Gabrielle Wang
A shiny black orb, no bigger than a pea, slipped through a hole in the sky.
Exchange
Paul Magrs
They started laughing as soon as they saw him. Simon could hear them from miles away, and he knew he would have to walk past.
Magic Lessons
Justine Larbalestier
I’m magic, like my mother, but she never told me. She didn’t tell me that if I lose my temper, people might die.
The Star Locket
Natalie Jane Prior
In the month she turned fifteen, Sally Taverner put her skirts down for the first time, went to the opera, and met her double in the wake of a murder she herself had inadvertently caused.
Persephone, Secret of a Teenage Goddess
Jennifer Cook
Is it possible that my story runs deeper than a simple nature myth used to explain the cycles of corn planting?
Bye, Beautiful
Julia Lawrinson
‘There’s nothing here,’ Sandy remarked. The highway ahead was wet with mirage, and the car sang monotone in her ear.
Gravity
Scot Gardner
I nodded and my guts heaved. I made it to the footpath before the stuff erupted from between my fingers.
Falling From Grace
Jane Godwin
If you stand on Cheviot Hill at Point Nepean, you can see the ocean on one side and the bay on the other
Dreamrider
Barry Jonsberg
It was as if I had flicked a switch. Everyone in the room went quiet and sixteen or seventeen kids turned to stare at me.
Monster Blood Tattoo Book One: Foundling
D M Cornish
For over fifteen centuries skolds had fought the monsters, so Rossamünd had been taught.
The Tyrant's Nephew
Sophie Masson
The big black limousine purred through the dark, silent streets of Madinatu es Salam.
Monica Bloom
Nick Earls
It was my last year at school, our last year that began in the house on the hill at Hamilton, and it did not become the year any of us had expected.
The Year Nick McGowan Came to Stay
Rebecca Sparrow
Rumours started going around about Nick McGowan pretty much as soon as school went back.
Don't Call Me Ishmael!
Michael Gerard Bauer
Chapter One of Don't Call Me Ishmael! by Michael Gerard Bauer.
The Betrayal of Bindy Mackenzie
Jaclyn Moriarty
Check out our latest Chapter One, from The Betrayal of Bindy Mackenzie by Jaclyn Moriarty.
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