Jude Russell
Bio
I am a writer and a mixed media artist living and working in rural NSW Australia. I write across genres but am currently working on a fictional history of an ancestor.
Stories (4/0)
Grasping at shards
After eighteen months of covid lock-downs, the delivery of packages of varying sizes, shapes and sense, no longer excites me. For instance, last week I received an electric shaver for de-pilling my lounge chair. It was good to remove all those odd little nubbins and threads that build up over time, but the delivery of the de-piller provoked no joy, neither did the humane mouse traps, which were in fact much more essential.
By Jude Russell3 years ago in Journal
Cake Conjuring
CAKE CONJURING I had been putting off clearing out my Pop’s house for weeks now. As the last of my family still living it seemed like such a final and incredibly sad thing to do. It felt like throwing the last sod on the grave. I knew that it would be a huge and painful job. Pop had been in the nursing home for eighteen months before he died and as far as I was aware no-one had cleaned or sorted out the house, so it was likely to be a horrible mess.
By Jude Russell3 years ago in Fiction
The Shape Shifter
THE SHAPE SHIFTER Ella had spent most of her life on the farm and thought she knew it like the back of her hand, better even. She’d walked every inch of the land, from the front fence facing onto the lane to the low mound of a hill up the back, covered in scrub and thistles.
By Jude Russell3 years ago in Humans
Wishing for a Mirage
I woke in my sand hollow to first light, feeling groggy, thirsty, disoriented and sore. And very frightened. I sat up stiffly and looked around, all 360 degrees, and apart from the scattered debris of my Ultralight, I saw nothing but sand, dirt and rocks all the way to the flat horizon. Standing, with difficulty, the view was the same, but at least it seemed like my legs weren’t broken, even if I had no idea in which direction they should carry me. My last look at the navigation instruments put me slap in the middle of exactly nowhere, though I was travelling from somewhere to somewhere else.
By Jude Russell3 years ago in 01
