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NEWCASTLE CREATIVE WRITERS


Parrots - Bev Murrill
It was late in July and the weather was breathing harsh cold air that landed on Jo’s face in a manner that she considered more than just...
Bev Murrill
Mar 11, 20242 min read


Parrots - Vesna McMaster
‘Amo, amare, amavi, amatus’ The TV screen is grainy. The school collars and accents starched and restrained. The colour absent. They watch the old new clip with ill-concealed shock. ‘See that, Lily? You could have had to learn Latin by rote. If you didn’t parrot everything out, you got the cane.’ Lily squints at the screen. ‘Where are the girls?’ ‘Hmph. Good point. Anyway get your nutrition assignment done before dinner. Easier than Latin at least.’ Lily raises an

Vesna McMaster
Mar 11, 20242 min read


Parrots - Michael Sheridan
The tour bus continued to trundle down the forest road. The tour guide continued to trundle through his spiel. 'Of course,' continued...
Michael Sheridan
Mar 11, 20241 min read


Parrots - Carolyn Rudinsky
We met in July, got engaged in August and moved in together in October. We knew we were perfect together, fitted hand in glove. Two birds...
Carolyn Rudinsky
Mar 11, 20242 min read


Parrots - Kevan Smith
‘I want to be one’ Tommy blubbed. ‘I want to be a big one, a bright one. One with a big tail and bright wings,’ he sniffled, whipping snot over the back of his hand. ‘Mummy let me be one, I wanna I wanna,’ jumping up and down on the spot so mummy’s tea and cucumber sandwiches bounced on the plate and sloshed into the saucer all at once. Mummy tried to push the white triangles back together, rescuing one of them from its soggy saucer resting plate. ‘Mummy mummy pleeeease’
Kevan Smith
Mar 11, 20242 min read
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