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 15 May 2026 · Friday Fiction The structure Dominic Carew We made it to the park by eight. The winter sun was filtering through the far trees in a wan, lemon trickle, the thin clouds sheets of white. The cool sky a rubbed-at blue. The grass squelched beneath our feet and elsewhere, thinned from wear, the earth stretched grassless and muddy and, in some parts, released a thick mist. 8 May 202611 May 2026 · Nakata Brophy Prize The 2026 Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers (Poetry) Editorial Team Please follow this link to enter the prize. Sponsored by Trinity College at the University of Melbourne and supporters, the Nakata Brophy Prize for Young Indigenous Writers, established in 2014 […]
