Short heart stories written by members of our local community
Thank you to everyone who entered our Creative Writing competition. The quality of entries was outstanding! We have selected winning entries and two runner ups for each category – displayed below. We hope you love reading them as much as we did.
In addition, the winning entries are now on display in-centre, with artwork by the talented Renèe Bauhofer, fineliner artist & zoologist. The display can be found next to Central Patisserie in-centre.
Shorter stories (less than 50 words)
Winning entry by Kyra from Dudley Park
Slipping quietly through the door, breathing as shallowly as possible, she tip toed towards the bed. Gazing on his relaxed face – long eyelashes resting on his cheeks in restful slumber, she couldn’t help but quietly sigh. How could love be this all consuming? Perfection. Her son. Her joy.
Runner up by Lauren from Port Kennedy
He knew. I was aware of that. But he didn’t care. He still held my hand. He still told me that I was important. He made sure that I was happy. He still hugged me. He hugged me until I wasn’t able to hug him back.
2nd runner up by Margaret from Meadow Springs
Is It Love. Skating on the ice her slender figure moved in sync with the music, slowly, gracefully and the audience held their breath. He appeared from the side of the rink, both moving as one. A final twist, bow , curtsy and smiling as they received a standing ovation.
Short stories (51 – 200 words)
Winning entry by Melinda from Madora Bay
Boxes. I stand in quiet recollection of silver foil lined tea chests packed to the brim with our lives. Precious items wrapped in dated newspaper stories, crossing countless miles of sea and land, as the man my mother had married, pulled her far away from everything familiar and everyone held dear. Four children were encircled in her steadfast love, if she faltered, we never knew nor saw it. A restless father on the move, so many years spent in a constant state of readjustment and upheaval, yet she was always our constant. The number of chests gradually dropped, as piece by piece, move by move, their contents were reduced. A broken tea cup here, a pawned dish there, something of value missing, we guessed stolen somewhere in transit. Now as I pack my mothers treasures into a single cardboard box to take to the nursing home, I’m saddened by what little is left. Reluctant to meet her gaze, I glance up with caution , find her faded blue eyes looking with love at something she deems of far greater value than the bubble wrapped contents of that box. Me.
Runner up by Alicia from Safety Bay
Miss Peacock’s Last Party.
Everyone in the street knew her as Miss Peacock, though her feathers had been plucked long ago, by various fanciers and enthusiasts. She wore teal, cobalt, jade, indigo, leaned on a gold walking stick. Her garden was too much. Saturdays Sharon went over and weeded between the dahlias. One afternoon, against government advice, Miss Peacock planned a party. ‘She’s setting the table for twelve,’ Sharon’s husband hissed. They huddled at the window and watched the old woman polish her late mother’s silver. ‘Should we call the police?’ Sharon wondered, as the butcher’s boy delivered a hefty leg of lamb. Despite such grand preparations, only one guest turned up. He was stiff in his uniform, smooth cheeks flushed. He barely looked old enough to drink the glass of brandy she poured. Miss Peacock was coy with him, then familiar, then fond. When they finished dessert – Miss Peacock’s famous butterscotch pudding – he stood to leave. She walked him to the door and waved a silk handkerchief until he was out of sight. ‘Goodbye,’ she called. No, not goodbye. Sharon remarked at the funeral, it was definitely, ‘See you soon.’
2nd runner up by Karoline from Meadow Springs
A Valentine’s Date.
He awaits this night every year. February 14. He’ll spend the whole day in the kitchen. Working away. And when the sun goes down, he’ll wipe his hands on his apron and bring out the china and silver. He’ll wipe away year’s troubles with the dust that settled on the cutlery. Smooth out the wrinkles (on the tablecloth and his hands). Light the candles and hush the worries worrying at his mind. He’ll stand back and admire his handiwork. She’d love it. He’ll greet her at door with a kiss on the cheek. Take her coat. Pull out her chair. Serve the food. He’ll spend the meal interjecting with agreeable noises (the dutiful husband he is). Uh-huh… Yes dear… No dear And for a whole hour and twelve minutes, it will be like she was still there.
Poems (less than 50 words)
Winning entry by Emma from Lakelands
The Two Of Us
Runner up, by Sharon from Karnup
“A lover’s Haiku”
You bring light to love
Bring such joy to existence
Mana from above
2nd runner up, by Jenny from Silver Sands
Sunset shimmering over silvery waters
Moonlight glistening on golden sands
Whispering waves creeping along the shore
We sit in silence just holding hands
No words need be spoken
The evening beauty, we are in awe
Silky water laps us as we walk
Surely paradise cannot be more