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NEWCASTLE CREATIVE WRITERS


David Gairdner - Wind
Trees brushed against sky. "It's like a movie," she said. "How is that?" I asked.
David Gairdner
Jul 281 min read


Kevan Smith - Wind 2
“Movement. T-men, squirters, could be locals. Get Terp to ping ‘em.” “They’re coming around.” Creeping a few inches, looking through...
Kevan Smith
Jul 281 min read


Kevan Smith - Wind
The westerly wind winds down the valley so heavily that people become winded. It is hard to tell if it is a planetary or a primary wind,...
Kevan Smith
Jul 281 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Wind
Lined up in our chairs, waiting to be butchered...I feel like I should know what it’s like to cut through someone’s skin with a scalpel....
Ricci Schwarzler
Jul 281 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Predator
The children sat quietly, cross legged on the floor. They were small humans, not above 6years of age. Far from fully formed, but getting...
Ricci Schwarzler
Jul 212 min read


Vesna McMaster - Predator
‘Rare or medium rare?’ ‘Well done, please.’ ‘You’ll have to get that from a different barbecue, mate. This isn’t a crematorium.’ ‘Don’t...
Vesna McMaster
Jul 212 min read


Kevan Smith - Predator
Slowly. Very, very slowly. Muscles imperceptibly moving. Eyes still, forward, focussed, rivetted, locked on. Mottled light on mottled...
Kevan Smith
Jul 211 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Predator 2
Ms Johns stood in front of her senior school English class. They were good kids in general. Keen and enthusiastic. ‘Predator from the...
Ricci Schwarzler
Jul 211 min read


David Gairdner - Predator
"Miss, what's history?" "Cataclysm forming now. Tea once hot, sits warm." We dreamed to be them. When scraping marrow from bones, and...
David Gairdner
Jul 211 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Miss
She looked out the window and cried. She was in despair. Her life had fallen apart. He was gone. Gone, but not only out of the house, but...
Ricci Schwarzler
Jul 142 min read


Kevan Smith - Miss
“Hiya, I’m Miles. 6’2”, beer-bellied, broad with full Ned-Kelly beard. I have a Sinead hairstyle (vale Sinead), lots of wigs but love...
Kevan Smith
Jul 141 min read


Kevan Smith - Shriek
Muffling dawn stirs, settles a cold mist and bows the soft brome. The village bodach wheezingly, struggles onto one elbow, shakingly...
Kevan Smith
Jul 71 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Shrieks
They stepped forward one and all to help where they could. The others couldn’t be there. They had a different purpose. The monster that...
Ricci Schwarzler
Jul 71 min read


David Gairdner - Shriek
Cockatoo listens. Yaris serpentine belt shrieks. Plaintive song to one.
David Gairdner
Jul 71 min read
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