21/11/17
She was appalled by adventure, but loved shoes.
Stephen Johnson on Love
21/11/17
Tourists clapped, believing the brawl was street-theatre.
Stephen Johnson on Play
21/11/17
I had no direction, then I found GPS
Peter Gordon on Home
21/11/17
Listen to the truthful silences, not the words.
Lynne Lumsden Green on Play
21/11/17
She surfed life, oblivious to the depths below.
Steve Johnson on Love
21/11/17
Skin sags. Muscles shrink. Your eyes still burn.
DQ on Love
21/11/17
It’s no use now.” The door thudded shut.
@suzannevbrown (instagram/twitter) on Change
21/11/17
Idyllic childhood, invasion, destruction, fleeing, no returning, despair
Heike Bruzzone on Change
21/11/17
You are just like the moon, so lonely.
Ryanna Lawson on Love
21/11/17
I changed my mind, but not my heart.
Melissa Hines on Love
21/11/17
Home. Where the heart is? Where scars lie.
Melissa Hines on Home
21/11/17
5.e1 mad memories that will never be forgotten
Hannah Alford age 11 on Play
21/11/17
Underpants. Forwards, backwards, inside out, inside out backwards.
David Saunders on Change
21/11/17
Dictator gone. A country rekindles, trembling with freedom.
@sarahjthornton1 on Change
21/11/17
She never belonged to you. Only to herself.
Nike Sulway on Love
21/11/17
My dog’s bones are under the verandah. Stay!
Pamela Sweetapple on Home
21/11/17
We are the animals who ate your hearts.
Nike Sulway on Love
21/11/17
He saw home on top of the mountain.
Jane Cullen on Home
21/11/17
I learnt to love me after the fire.
Jane Cullen on Change
21/11/17
I loved you, just forgot to tell you.
Jane Cullen on Love
21/11/17
You asked for nothing and gave us everything.
Nike Sulway on Love
21/11/17
Your letters in the compost. The roses blooming.
Nike Sulway on Change
21/11/17
Guitar in hand. Face to the sky. Rock!
@bj_hooton on Play
21/11/17
The plane door opened. He dropped the body.
Jane Cullen on Change
21/11/17
Don’t ask me. My phone wrote this story.
Julann Tiernan on Love
21/11/17
Elves? Shelves? The end of Christmas is nigh…
Julann Tiernan on Play
21/11/17
In an ever changing world ‘change’ means nothing.
Lauren Thomas on Change
21/11/17
Addicted to romance, Alice never married.
Bev Asmus on Love
21/11/17
Without quite knowing why, she let herself fall.
Dannika Patterson on Love
21/11/17
Empty rooms. Empty bookshelves. Change of genre pending…
Bev Asmus on Change
21/11/17
Years past. Memories fresh. We exist in dreams.
rrw on Love
21/11/17
Thinly crusted, molten planet. Poised to demonstrate impermanence.
Robert on Change
21/11/17
Joey bounced helter-skelter, then somersaulted into mum’s pouch.
Nel Johnson on Play
21/11/17
No garden gnome would save him now!
Jenny Phillips on Play
21/11/17
Office worker by day, renowned writer by daydream.
TomMW on Change
21/11/17
I wasn’t going to enter. Then I did.
Mandy McDonnell on Change
21/11/17
She had no dolls, she dressed her pencils
Jacquelyn Lenard on Play
21/11/17
Her hands were like withered prunes. My love.
Jo Winten on Love
21/11/17
He’s all bones beneath flesh, heat flushed skin
Sabita Naheswaran on Love
21/11/17
Greying bodies curled together on a creaking bed.
Pamela Sweetapple on Love
21/11/17
Terry’s Traveling Magic Show canceled. Assistant mysteriously disappeared.
Jenny Phillips on Play
21/11/17
The preacher couldn’t hold their gaze. They knew.
Jenny Phillips on Play
21/11/17
By Christmas, the jasmine smothered her empty letterbox.
Sarah Martin on Home
21/11/17
The lights are on inside but nobody’s answering.
@moriactually on Home
21/11/17
He sent nine letters. I sent them back.
Jo Winten on Love
21/11/17
Beyond my front door is longing, a path.
My name is Karen, but this was written by Richard Thurecht, my brother-in-law who passed away nearly 2 years ago. We found his poetry on his computer. I wanted to share it to honour him. on Home
21/11/17
I woke with wings, stolen in a dream.
Isobellle carmody on Change
21/11/17
“Help me, somebody! I think I’ve poisoned Santa!”
Cheryl on Home
21/11/17
She unblocked him again and waited, nerves jangling.
Liza Roberts on Love
21/11/17
The music died but his foot kept tapping.
Santina Cardillo on Love