Published in Overland Issue False Documents · Uncategorized False Documents: an introduction Dave Drayton Dear Paul, Paul, Sonia, and Tony, I would like to congratulate you on your publication in Overland’s special fiction edition, ‘False Documents’. Your documents were chosen after a blind-reading of more than 300 entries, narrowed down to a not-so-shortlist of 30-odd works, before the final selection There were meta-critical and existential post-it notes; numerous Wikipedia entries so studiously facsimiled that I’d find myself searching the website, certain they had been copy and pasted; more meticulously and inventively documented crimes than Dick Wolf could ever hope to produce; intra- and inter-office email threads that were unstitched; love letters; threats; liner notes for non-existent albums; and so much more I could not have imagined when putting the callout for false documents. The best (and there were some great submissions that could not be included) were those in which the narrative potential of the story was inextricably linked to the shape and form it took. Thank you again for the opportunity to read your work, and to share it as part of this series of false documents. Firm regards, Dave Read the False Documents edition If you enjoyed this special edition, subscribe and receive a year’s worth of print issues, the online magazine, special editions and discounted entry to our literary competitions Dave Drayton Dave Drayton was an amateur banjo player, founding member of the Atterton Academy, and the author of British P(oe)Ms (Beir Bua Press), E, UIO, A (Container), P(oe)Ms (Rabbit), Haiturograms (SOd Press) and other works. More by Dave Drayton › Overland is a not-for-profit magazine with a proud history of supporting writers, and publishing ideas and voices often excluded from other places. If you like this piece, or support Overland’s work in general, please subscribe or donate. Related articles & Essays 1 6 November 2026 · Friday Fiction Headland Harry Goddard He must have still been sore. I could tell from the winces he made as he scooted down the trail. Some unspoken agreement of not hitting other people’s children — and the circumstances of me not being that type of kid — spared me from the same punishment. I was taken to my parents who agreed I would have to work off the damages, and I must have mowed the lawn once, or cleaned the family car. 4 November 2026 · Film MIFF, Minotaur and the politics of maternal reception Alicia Byrnes Maternal labour is, in the terms I’ve set out here, not labour at all. Noisy, unfocused, mobile, perhaps even sleepy — it is an affront to arthouse film viewing and therefore unserious.
