The Finest 500 is an annual competition for members of Geelong Writers. Entry is free. This year, writers were invited to submit prose or poetry of up to 500 words in response to the theme “Found”. The entries were … Continued
COMPLEXITY (Image by John Heritage) Congratulations to those who submitted to the Geelong Writers tenth Ekphrastic Challenge for 2024. The image ‘Complexity’ (by John Heritage) provided the stimulus for original ideas about light and shade, intersections, interactions and … Continued
The Traveller and the Fae Louisa Bath The cool sting of frost still hangs in the air, despite how the early Spring has already decorated the branches with rich green. You shiver lightly, pulling your shawl tighter around your shoulders, … Continued
The Wheel Melissa King It’s 4:40am. You’re on the waterfront, bare toes clenched in the cold wet sand. Less than an hour ago you were drunk, full of expensive booze and high on adrenaline.But then you did a thing. An … Continued
Atonement Adrian Brookes This is as far as life goes, then. The boy’s acceptance was what troubled Nate the most. For a second of eternity his soul had locked with his victim’s. There’d been no sign of shock at the … Continued
Godelpus Paul Bucci Johnno pulls up outside Gracie Lawrence’s place, toots his horn and waits. He’s a couple of minutes early, doesn’t have another job for about twenty minutes so isn’t in any hurry. Gracie was just going up the … Continued
Gods Seest Thou Christoper McCormack We’d run out of places in which to fuck. She and her husband and their little girl and our foetus had moved out to one of those new estates that was halfway between town and … Continued
Hey Ho, Here We Go Again Paul Bucci Yeah well sometimes when you get up in the morning you really can’t be fucked going to work so you ring in to tell them you’ve got a cold or something and … Continued
One More Yellow Bin Kristine Fitzgerald Joanne Morley didn’t notice the sun rising in the sky as she dragged her wheelie bin down the driveway. Is it green or yellow this week? she asked herself. She never could remember. Placing … Continued
The Socks – Biography of a Mother Lyn Chatham a grief dream— my mother a spinning top then a woman with no mouth *** my Mac was humming in front of ferns waving behind glass when I heard my mother … Continued