For a recent exercise in writing strong dialogue containing conflict, David Kelly from our Thursday evening group was awarded ‘writer of the week’. Here’s the dialogue, short but punchy: Conflict or what? ‘You get the fuck out of my house,’ Miranda yelled at Jack. ‘It’s both ‘our house’ Miranda,’ Jack yelled …
Cricket season. September is a glorious month in Australia. This cricket season, Greg had vowed to take the game seriously. Last season he had scored over 1000 runs and he was on the verge of breaking into first class cricket. From there, international cricket beckoned.
This feature picture by Julie Corbeil is the week's stimulus for writing. Two of our writers responded with descriptions of Corbeil's collage art.
It’s another scorching December day in Sydney. I’m hurrying down Oxford Street hoping to catch the 480 bus which will take me up to the Surry Hills end of town where I’ve arranged to meet a friend for coffee.
Every sex scene needs a purpose. Unless you’re writing actual erotica, a form of literary pornography, its purpose cannot be titillation alone. Whether your genre is Romance, Fantasy, Sci-Fi or Murder Mystery, there may come a point where your characters end up in an intimate situation. This is very challenging for many writers, and very easy to get …
In our featured Writing of the Week, writer Mary Healy-North shares an evocative sea poem about the ocean and the emotions it inspires in us.
More spooky stories for Hallowe'en! If you were planning on going trick-or-treating tonight, this story might make you think twice...
We're featuring some spooky stories and scary scribings from SSOA writing group members to celebrate Hallowe'en. Here's a true story from the Yorkshire Moors.
With Halloween approaching, our Writing Group members have been turning their pens to the strange and sinister. Here's a spooky story from writer Julie Howard
Written by Australian poets in ordinary language, the following “one-breath” poems bring to mind an observation by Sydney poet David Terelinck: 'Haiku is a journey along a road lined with small windows. Each time we pause to peer into one of these, we are astounded by the beauty and depth of the vista behind them.'