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NEWCASTLE CREATIVE WRITERS


Michael Sheridan - Unleashed
I have a child with a motor impairment who struggles to open a door and close it again quickly after exiting. I have a beagle who is an expert escape artist who will bolt through any door that is open for more than a few seconds, just to see why you’re going through. He doesn’t always know what he wants to do on the other side, but it rarely involves coming straight back in. Today, the dog has made it out through the garage to find a bush turkey wandering across the driv
Michael Sheridan
Oct 132 min read


Kevan Smith - Unleashed
The Brigantine lurched to starboard, sails filled and beams creaked their pain, snapping hard against the rigging, straining the beams as the sailors danced around the flailing ropes, trying to slow the snapping. Backs, hard against the winds. Torrents of water smashing into the hull and spitting over the railing and onto the deck that is awash with men, ropes, sweat, blood and pain. The captain pulled his tricorn deeper onto his skull as the wheel nearly spun out of his g
Kevan Smith
Oct 131 min read


Ricci Schwarzler - Unleashed
Through a particularly brilliant piece of thinking she brought in the idea of outsourcing the reproduction of flora. What she didn’t need was for trees and plants to move about. She had considered it, but it would unfortunately disrupt some of her other terrific designs, particularly mycelium and other creepy crawlies that lived under the plants…and cicadas (for which she had not yet come up with a purpose and probably never would). She’d create something called wind. It wo
Ricci Schwarzler
Oct 133 min read


Lachlan Miles – Unleashed
October 2025 There is a post Middle of a field A cow, Tied by neck As it wanders Rope coils round And range it wanders Shorten I can’t tell if being with you has me gnawing the same grass Or if the rope is air and It’s my imagination tied to the post How horrifying it is the thought that I could be boundlessly tripping through skies dark light crimson blue eating the stars but that I don’t for the thirst this post slakes I suppose the milk of my only-human kindness would spil
Lachlan Miles
Oct 131 min read


Elaine Abery - Unleashed
She walked around the block again. Then, she stopped. Will I? Won’t I? She checked her watch 3 2 1 And sprinted, her feet barely touching the ground. Some steps, she was pushing so fast that she nearly lost her balance. She fell on the ground. Her lungs were on fire. Her breaths couldn’t come fast enough. She sucked the air in. Cough Cough Too fast. The ache in her thighs was unfamiliar. Painful. Sweet. As her breathing slowed, there it was. The silence. She stood up. Here ey
Elaine Abery
Oct 132 min read


Jeanette Abery – Unleashed
Lord, I wish I was a little bit younger and knew what I know now. Now – you may ask, what has that to do with today’s word, which is ‘unleashed’? Hmmm I’m not sure, but it is quite truthful. I’m the oldest here, so I am unleashing, allowing myself liberties. But, no, I don’t wish I was a ‘little’ bit younger, and I reckon I know less now than before.
Jeanette Abery
Oct 131 min read


Michael Collins – Unleashed
The dog unleashed narrowly avoided being run over …. dead as a doornail … by the truck which was, as coincidence would have it, from the local dog pound. The driver was later quoted as saying: “I used to be a much better driver in my younger days…that dog was lucky.” Then he winked, smiled, and nodded his head, making it clear what his actual intentions were. Anyway…that’s enough about that. Generally, I believe, being ‘unleashed’ is a really good thing to be: especially wh
Michael Collins
Oct 131 min read


Laura Weynton - Unleashed
Your truth is yet to be unleashed a mind, surrounded by stars, has a great way of tricking you, a people, Struggle on, pawing away at the shore, this lonely blue planet may go on without you. There once was a story of a little girl, who collected moments by the shore, not all, but moments that glittered in the sunlight, the beach was just below the city. She found shrugs, sad faces, and old photographs. One day she found an old photograph of a woman who looked familiar, but
Laura Weynton
Oct 131 min read


Vesna McMaster - Unleashed
The heavy-duty tarpaulin I kept from a Jeep at a wreckers has turned into one of my most prized possessions. Heavy to carry on my nightly climb up into the mountains, but worth it. Bramble thickets are the best places to hide out in. I have several and use them in turn, so my movements won’t become too predictable. The tarpaulin makes things much more comfortable. They said I was mad, coming up here, a tiny thing like me. What am I going to do? How do I expect to protect my
Vesna McMaster
Oct 131 min read
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