Author Archives: Jodi Cleghorn

About Jodi Cleghorn

Emerging author, editor, publisher and innovator with a penchant for the dark vein of humanity. Creative Director (eMergent Publishing) and creative spark behind the conceptual anthology imprints Chinese Whisperings and Literary Mix Tapes. Author of ELYORA (Dec 2012), a horror novella set in rural New South Wales and co-author of the epistolary serial POST MARKED: PIPERS REACH with Adam Byatt. Known to dance like no-one is watching.

7 Fanta and Mickey

Hartog stepped away from the taxi and ran a smoothing hand through his hair as a hot breeze picked at it. “Slow news day,” he said, motioning to the digital tickertap NewsFeed between the bar name and the top of … Continue reading

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6 The Rain

The two of them swayed down the alleyway, doing the drunken two-step, Hartog fighting to keep the older man on his feet as they came around the corner of the alleyway and out into the scrutiny of the main street. … Continue reading

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5 Redemption and Alleyways

The taxi door shut followed by cheers and booing, drifting down into the canyon of the road from the apartment buildings. Hartog was glad to be out of the taxi. The digital air freshener dispensing an invigorating spray of pine … Continue reading

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4 Blood Sports

Hartog turned to Benjamin who was quietly fuming at being man-handled by Mustard Fingers next to him. A small snort came out of Hartog’s nose, as he enjoyed his guest’s discomfort and his face twisted into a dysfunctional smile, one … Continue reading

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3 Welcome to the Blood Derby

Last week Hartog completed his interview with Miss Amanda discovering the device found during Portia’s autoposy is an “InfoCap”. He uncovered two important facts: Portia had been the favoured girl of the Minister of Defence Howard McClean and she was … Continue reading

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2 Miss Amanda

Miss Amanda’s eyes lowered and her gaze held the warp and weave of her suit pants as she contemplated her answer. “As you can appreciate, Detective – my business is of a delicate nature and we normally protect the identity … Continue reading

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1 In The Whore-House

Hartog stood at the brothel door holding the tiny capsule between his bent pointer finger and thumb. He turned it over allowing what little sun penetrated through the smog haze to bounce off the titanium covering, then slipped it back … Continue reading

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