Category: Creative Writing

Logan grapples with inner turmoil and the lure of vengeance for his deceased best friends Dan and Sarah’s daughter, Lily, (well, actually his daughter, but only he and Sarah know that) as his worried mother Patricia senses something is amiss. Despite Patricia’s heartfelt pleas for him to choose a different path and her fear of losing another family member, Logan is set on dispensing his form of justice through expertise gained in the RAAF. He plans to punish those responsible for Lily’s fate with a calculated, untraceable strike, battling between promises made to his mother and a deep-seated need for retribution.

Logan, a former RAAF member, has become a vigilante hacker seeking justice for his deceased partner, Lily. Disillusioned by a failure of justice, he infiltrates Adelaide’s vulnerable businesses, escalating his cyberattacks as a tribute to Lily. Meanwhile, Stephanie McBride, a savvy investigator, notices his precision amidst the chaos. Drawn into the digital underworld, she begins to unravel Logan’s true identity, setting the stage for a complex game of cat and mouse.

Logan, a solitary figure consumed by his screens, seeks the mentorship of a digital legend, D@@Mladen. Despite the odds, D@@Mladen defies expectations and challenges Logan to a midnight meeting in Adelaide. At a shabby bar, he discovers D@@Mladen is an adept woman, defying his expectations. Thrust into an intensive hacking boot camp, Logan learns about the ethical underpinnings of cyber skills. D@@Mladen, now his mentor, emphasizes the gravity of their choices in the digital realm. After rigorous training, Logan emerges with a new sense of purpose and understanding—ready to wield his skills responsibly, guided by the wisdom imparted by his unlikely ally.

Venturing into D@@Mladen’s underground hacker lair, I, Logan, am thrust into an intense apprenticeship emphasizing coding and encryption as the backbone of hacking. Despite feeling awkward and oversized, this world values intellect over appearance. As D@@Mladen rigorously coaches me through Python, system understanding, and social engineering, a deep partnership forms. Fletcher keystrokes become a weapon in my arsenal, and I quickly adapt to logical deception techniques such as SQL injection and cross-site scripting. Immersed in the pulsating rhythm of code, our symbiotic relationship evolves, blending mentorship and comradeship amidst a backdrop of rural Australian seclusion. It’s a relentless push for mastery where survival depends on skill, strategy, and a burgeoning trust between us, woven into the very fabric of our digital crusade.

Logan The server room hummed like a nest of hornets. Stephanie McBride stood at the threshold, her sharp gaze sweeping across the banks of blinking machinery. She was the new blood at SAPOL, fresh talent with a sniper’s precision for cybercrime detection. Early forties, hair the colour of wet earth pulled back in a no-nonsense ponytail, and eyes that could cut glass—green and piercing. She […]

Stephanie The gentle clinking of glasses and the murmur of contented conversation enveloped my husband and I as we sat in the warm glow of a Melbourne eatery, a rare oasis of calm amidst the relentless pace of our lives. A soft amber light played on the white tablecloth, casting elongated shadows of the wine glasses that held remnants of an expensive Cab Sav from […]

Stephanie Fingers danced across the keyboard, a staccato rhythm in the near-dark. The glow from the screen was the only light, casting an eerie pallor on Stephanie’s face. She delved deeper, layers of security peeling away under her relentless assault. Dark web, darker motives. Australia’s underbelly was throbbing with digital pulses of crime, and she was the huntress tracking its blood trail. A forum, hidden […]

The warehouse loomed ahead, a hulking monument to illicit dealings and cyber shadows. I took it in, the rust on the corrugated iron cladding, the silence that hugged its walls too tight. No goons on watch, no cameras winking their red eyes at me. Odd. I swallowed hard, the pulse in my throat ticking like a bomb about to go off. The intel that Andy […]