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NEWCASTLE CREATIVE WRITERS


Kevan Smith - The Tree
Daniel twitched just slightly as he sat waiting for her. She was a bit late having to finish her chores on the family station. Penrose was the largest property in the area for her family had been in this region since the mid-30s. It had grown decidedly since her grandfather first posted as his squat with only a handful of sheep and sheer bloody-mindedness. His people had been here forever but the family spoke about how their grandfather had been a breaker on cattle propert
Kevan Smith
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Kevan Smith – Innocent
The circumstance of his predicament was judgier than his preoccupation for procrastination and protestation. Not knowing his own level of self-importance and ability to talk absolute bull shit, he looked upon the other occupants of the life raft with derision and disgust just as he struggled to understand their predicament. The land, just peeking over the horizon, was coming closer with every stroke of the oars as they pulled in unison. Well, one side pulled in unison whilst
Kevan Smith
Jan 122 min read


Michael Sheridan - Innocent
When I was about 10 years old there were a number of different issues that I was learning to navigate. For adult women there was a preoccupation with feminism and equal treatment. For men there was an obsession with being known for ‘having a big one’, though, as a 10 year old in a conservative catholic family, I wasn’t completely sure about what it was a big one of. And for me, the big question was, what on earth was the Ford F150 supposed to be? The F150 was big by 1982 stan
Michael Sheridan
Jan 121 min read


Vesna McMaster – Innocent
‘How on earth do you know?’ ‘I don’t know.’ ‘You mean it’s a hunch.’ ‘A kind of inner sense. Hunch sounds…uncouth.’ ‘Oh come on. Are you letting intrusive thoughts in again?’ (Mumbles) ‘Ablist trash.’ ‘What?’ ‘Potash. I need to get some more potash.’ ‘What?’ ‘The roses. They can’t live on banana skins alone.’ ‘Are you all right?’ ‘Anyway I’m sure of it. He’s bullshitting.’ ‘Hmm. And how does your inner sense come up with this?’ ‘The notebook he lent

Vesna McMaster
Jan 122 min read
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