2nd Fire and Passion

Jeanette McInnes

‘Do you have a fire in your belly?’    ‘Huh?’    ‘Are you passionate about serving the community? This isn’t just a job, you know. It’s a 

1st 1985

1985 – Dystopian fiction ‘The third face, you never show anyone. It is the truest reflection of who you are.’ – Unknown Winston stopped and

Sept. 1st Place WHAT’S IN A NAME?

Philippe Savidis

To my rightful heir, inheritor and darling daughter: If you are reading this then it’s the end of the line for me. You will weep

Sept. 2nd Place THE CHOWKIDAR

Phil Dowsett

THE CHOWKIDAR, THE BOY and THE DONKEY. Underneath a large pith helmet, the young boy’s face was shielded from the harsh sun beating down on

Sept. 3rd Place Hello Ruby

Jeanette McInnes

Hello, Ruby! Maddie went back to Sydney the day after Jim’s funeral. Before leaving, she gave me some invaluable advice. ‘Get a budgie, Mum. He’d

August 2nd Place Buried Secrets

Mary Serenc

Buried secrets Well, everyone is hiding something, don’t you think? Everyone has at least one dark secret buried somewhere in their psyche.  It helps to

August 1st Place Thwarted

Jennifer Marsden

THWARTED                     796 words Avarice, covetousness, acquisitiveness. I still remember words despite what Angela implies about

August 3rd Place First Love

Jeanette McInnes

First Love For generations my family has been soccer-mad. For starters we’re Italian; wogs as they used to call us. For another thing, I have

July 1st place Stop the Rot

Jeanette McInnes

Stop the Rot Would it serve the interests of Australia if reduced expenditure for police, prisons, psychiatric care, ambulances, law courts and unemployment benefits were

July 2nd Place Ever Expanding Cosmos

Ken Cotterill

Ever Expanding Cosmos It has taken a life journey for me to realise how big things are and how small we actually are. We are

July 3rd place The Dinner Party is Dead

Philippe Savidis

My wife and I stand there by the table exhausted but satisfied as the products of our culinary labours were carefully presented to the dinner guests. This dinner party was no

June 1st Place Bedtime

Jennifer Marsden

Bedtime Autumn is here and the flying foxes have deserted the palm where they have squabbled outside my window through the balmy summer nights. It