The café is well lit and busy, with uni students sitting in the booths working, while the old ladies who come here every Friday sit knitting around a table. I like that I work at a café that has such a diverse bunch, it never fails to keep me entertained. Read More
The salty sea wind tangled in my hair as I watched the hustle and bustle of the harbour. I was sitting on the railing of the ramp that leads down to the thick passageway from the harbour to the docks where the boats moored. Seagulls cawed at passers-by as boats… Read More
The warm soft breeze of the dewy forest air brushes against my face. I yawn and roll over as the leaves beneath me crunch and the twigs snap. I open my eyes and stare at the trees. I lose track of time as I do this, eventually standing… Read More
‘Hey, wait up,’ the boy called, skipping a little to pick up the pace. The girl in front of him rolled her eyes. ‘You’re the one who wanted to come. If you can’t keep up, just go back home.’… Read More
Make them flawed This is the one that young writers seem to trip over a lot when they first begin their journey into story, and for good reason. We all want our characters – especially our main character – to be likable. But, that’s just it, no… Read More
First Listen by Phoebe Harris North Fitzroy, VIC, 24 August 2019 8:24 am SONG BY SONG REVIEW I Forgot That You Existed 8:24 am I love the intro and the whole idea. The backing track was awesome, very clipped and poppy. Her singing was also clipped, but… Read More
Another Draft is Sort of Better Another Draft is Mostly Better Another Draft is Always Better Hello Young Writers! Literary master Bob Bristlemop once wrote: A story is never truly finished, at some point it just stops moving. Read More
I’m a big believer in the value of having a strong grasp on the ins and outs of character and story structure before you sit down and begin writing. Don’t get me wrong, I’m not saying everyone should sit down and meticulously plan out their stories before they… Read More
My eyes shutter open and my brain is pulled out of the trance we call sleep. My mind disposes of all uncertainty, it’s only one week until my untimely demise. Still being 14 my mum insisted I have the time of my short life. I stand up and… Read More