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2018 is almost at an end. And what an amazing year it's been. Brain drip would like to thank everyone who submitted works to us this year. We had a blast reading them, and the quality of the submissions was definitely above our expectations. We look forward to reading more in the year ahead.

Our most popular published piece this year was I Thought You'd Be Different by Sydney writer Annette Freeman. Congratulations Annette! What a thrilling and compelling story it is too. If you haven't read it yet, do so now!

I would personally like to thank all the Brain drip staff - a small, hardworking and passionate team dedicated to bringing a new Australian literary magazine to life.

Otherwise, we'd like to wish everyone a safe and fun festive season. See you next year.

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About the author:

Rob Duplock

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Rob Duplock is the managing editor of Brain drip. When he's not working on this here lit mag or working 9-5 as a web developer, he enjoys reading, writing and arithmetic - in that order.

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