We publish below selected responses to the Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge for June, 2025. This image is titled Turning Point, in view of the winter solstice, marking the shortest day. We thank all those who accepted our invitation … Continued
Thank you, Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge fans! You have risen to the Challenge again. Selected for publication below are twenty-one entries to the Nests (#2 2025) challenge. In addition, received from Tony B. for our collective amusement, … Continued
![Ekphrastic Challenge #1 2025: ‘Beach’ by Anne Franks [submissions close on Sun 23 Feb 2025]](https://www.geelongwriters.org.au/wp-content/uploads/2025/01/Beach-1-Anne-Franks-scaled-365x365.jpg)
The first Geelong Writers Ekphrastic Challenge for 2025 featured the photo Beach, by Anne Franks, inviting writers to respond to the image in a submission of up to 300 words. Ekphrastic enthusiasts responded to the Beach image with original … Continued
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
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
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
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