Loveday Writing

Born to laugh at tornadoes.** A Witch, A Cupid & A Valentine’s Day Arrangement I’m not sure whether to love or hate Valentine’s Day. I use to love it when I was young, before I started living the life I have now and when I was more optimistic about love. I’m no man-hating cynic, but after a failed marriage and

Write a story in which the first part describes a life as it then was, the second part describes a life as it now is.** Shaker Salt. Otherwise known as sodium or sodium chloride, it has always been my favourite type of seasoning. I would add it to every meal I’d eat. But I discovered at my recent physical that

Write about someone with a secret.** Before the Storm The door was locked. Jesinta’s grand plan was just about complete with only one step left—freeing him so he could go straight into battle. She couldn’t help but think about how long she had waited for this moment. It felt familiar. It felt familiar as it took her mind back to

This is the way the world ends This is the way the world ends, This is the way the world ends, Not with a bang, but a whimper. (T.S. Eliot)** End of My Own Little World Why did I put up with him for so long? Every day my husband and I live the same routine—I make his breakfast (English

Evil.** Fine Line Between Being Ambiguously Good and Evil I was walking back to my dorm after an 8.30pm class when I was startled by a shrill, piercing scream. When I looked up, out of my own world, I could immediately see where it was coming from—a woman being held against the corner of the Arts building by a man

“It’s not over yet.”** This story was written based on this picture and prompts provided by the Australian Writers’ Centre. *** Dinner Party Madeline put down the last piece of cutlery on her immaculately set table and admired her work. She chucked at the fact that this last piece was a knife, the people who would be coming to her

February 30.** One day in an Alternate Universe A long time ago, I found my way into an alternate universe. I was sitting on my back deck with a glass of wine, looking at the stars when one of them fell into my hand. The star grew hot in my hand and brighter, blinding me. When I opened my eyes

Write a story about someone who’s very controlled on the outside but out of control on the inside.** The Elephant in the Room I thought I was being the perfect employee, or at least as perfect as possible. I always got to work early, stayed until 5pm and sometimes later, but not too late that it would cause concern. I’d

Nonsense** Happy Birthday Today’s my birthday. I’m forty; an age society tells us, especially for women, that they are starting to get old, are over the hill and are supposed to behave a certain way. I’ve never given into this kind of pressure and I don’t intend to start, but it doesn’t mean that I’ve never felt it. My personality