Sutherland Shire Literary Competition

A Precious Chance
Shelley Hansen

From the outback to the city, swept a wave of grief and pity
when we heard the tragic news that yet another life was lost

Ghost Child
Brenda-Joy Pritchard

I was warm within the confines of the sharing of our lives
as the rhythm of our heartbeats intertwined

From Gallipoli With Love
Tom McIlveen

I am sending this and hoping Dad, that the girls don’t get to see
what is truly going on behind the scenes.

No Shire Resident's Prize Awarded

Botany Bay
Penny Lane

It began
here in this commonplace

Still the Rain Kept Falling
Denise O’Hagan

I’ll not forget
The sombre shuffle in

East Coast Blues
Penny Lane

The sonorous bass
of ocean swell on sandy shore,

I Am Australia
Tiarne Szemenyei

I am land.
My spirit lies

Jeff and Jill
Rachel Flynn

When the doorbell rang that Friday evening, they were all sitting on the couch in front of the telly. Jeff was watching the soccer, Jill was reading Home Beautiful and Gracie was writing a letter on lined paper with a purple biro.

Motel
Beverly Lello

Erle’s taking off his boots and lining them up next to the chair on the verandah. Jan’s decided to tell him when he comes inside and washes his hands. Before he has a beer.

Bleeding
Anthea Fraser Gupta

For one week in four I couldn’t swim. Here we were, me and my best friend on the most beautiful beach ever.

The Bay
Kate Herring

Even though my little old weatherboard cottage is in suburban Sydney, it is extraordinarily quiet. My street is a cul de sac so there’s no through traffic, and downhill, past our place, it overhangs one of the bays that line the Georges River.

29^th April 1770
Leone McManus

The straining main and the topgallant mast sails, which had been driven by a south easterly wind, deflated like a balloon as the barque entered the shallow bay. The anchor was lowered about a half mile from the southern beach whilst every hand was on deck and awaited orders to go ashore.

old School
Claire Riley

Casuarina High School had settled into its Monday morning routine. In the front office, Maureen McGovern welcomed a familiar face. “Back again, Mr Mitchell?” she asked.

Clay
John Scholz

A tall young man in an open necked dirt stained twill shirt is digging a deep and narrow trench in the drying bottom of a small dam. All week he’s been digging post holes for the fence on Hill Paddock,

No Shire Resident's Prize Awarded