About Eurobodalla Writers

Euro-Fellowship of Australian Writers (EFAW) known as Eurobodalla Writers is a vibrant group who enjoy writing prose, poetry, and short stories. Members range from beginners who haven't written more than correspondence or work reports to published authors. Day and night groups. Come along to a couple of meetings to experience the creativity and writing support that is Eurobodalla Writers.

Eurobodalla FAW day group program 2023

Write a short story of up to 1000 words; poetry; or Drabble, a story or poem that is exactly 100 words and uses the month’s topic with the supplied emotion.

Topics for February to December

1 February:      What happened to…?   or   There were three of us…

1 March:           Short Burst writing – 10 mins (topic provided) Love and Mandarins  or  It was…

5 April:            Excursion to Moruya Historical Museum, then write a story or poem inspired by something in the exhibition

3 May:             Tree Climbing   or   She sat next to me…Imbue your writing with a sense of place, not only as the setting but linked to character, plot and structure

7 June:            Bring a piece of writing (up to 250 words) that resonates with you Discussion follows each 

5 July:              Workshop: Convert a badly written story (provided) to a well-written one (using eg show/tell, replacing clichés, imagery, less is more – adverbs and adjectives, structure, sense of place, etc

2 Aug:              Short Burst writing – 10 mins (topic provided) The List   or    Deeper water

6 Sept:             The Case   or   Five – A story of 330 words, with 3 variations – past, present and future tense 

4 Oct:              Short Burst writing – 10 mins (topic provided) I was hanging out the washing when…   or   Recycled

1 Nov:             Words for one – a conversational monologue as if you are speaking to a small audience; may only be one person. Can use props and appropriate gestures and present in a performance style

6 Dec:              Xmas party and lunch: On-the-spot writing to a given topic. Every couple of minutes a random word, provided by a committee member, has to be incorporated in a meaningful way

Anytime *Drabbles

Giving   Parachuting   Falling   Knitting   Bonding   Longing   Nightmare   Tragic   Wailing   Lost   Kissing  Daydreaming   Anxious   Desperate   Shocked   Broke   Imprisoned   Winning   Understanding   Fried 

Note: A *Drabble (optional) is a story or poem that is exactly 100 words using one of the topics but without using the topic word in the story

Stories and poetry max 1000 words

Congratulations – Literary Salon another success

2021 Literary Salon was a fabulous two nights of stories, poems, and artwork. Congratulations to writers, artists, and the Council’s organising team of Indi, Sue, and Sharon. Looking forward to 2022 Literary Salon. The Eurobodalla Fellowship of Australian Writers welcomes everyone whether a complete writing novice through to multi-published authors. For the times gatherings at venues are restricted we write, read, and give feedback via Zoom meetings. Contact Eurobodalla Writers to attend a meeting and find out more about this creative group.

https://www.beagleweekly.com.au/post/literary-salons-2021

2021 Literary Salon

Some good news after the unfortunate 2020 cancellation due to Covid-19-restrictions the Eurobodalla Literary Salon returns! Artworks, from The Basil Sellers Art Prize Retrospective exhibition (26 June to 8 August) showcasing that event’s history, are the inspiration for short stories and poems featured in this year’s Literary Salon. The Bas, exhibition space attached to the Moruya Library, will be the venue for the 2021 Literary Salon. The Salon has been part of the Eurobodalla literary scene since 2016 and members from the Eurobodalla Writers Group are excited to once again be participating in the event. Bookings for the Literary Salon on either Wednesday 4th August or Friday 6th August are essential. Ticket numbers are limited due to Covid-venue-restrictions. https://thebas.com.au/public-programs scroll down to The Eurobodalla Literary Salons

Dark Days

Dark Days

The dragon breathes out

Spits tongues crimson, tangerine, gold

Devours brittle bush

Black spumes spew forth

Demonic, hellish, apocalyptic

It is 2 am

 

The eye sees, the ear hears nothing

No power no phone no internet

 

Embers tossed high spat up like fire crackers

The dragon gorging morphing

Acrid smoke punctures lungs, curdling

Blackened leaves rain down

Strewn like seaweed along the sand

 

Preparation protection packing

Decision indecision

The little brown suitcase – quick!

Precious link to the past

Rattled minds raw hearts stunned

Huddling on beaches, backs to the water

Holding each other in the 2 pm dark

 

Plugged in again

Information double-edged

Too little

Some lost everything

Who?

Others spared

Stopped at the gate, took next door

Who, who?

Too much

Wildlife incinerated, forests blackened sticks

How to process so much loss

 

And yet… courage, community and hope

Exhausted fireys return to the fray

Helicopters hammer close by, scoop up water, taming the beast

Homes and pockets open

New shoots spring fluoro green, bright fuzz on scorched trees

A chicken lays its first egg

A wallaby, nursed back to health, returns each evening in thanks

A firey cradles water dragon eggs, from the rubble of a gutted home

 

© Rosie Toth March 2020

please send the fire away

At 6.30am on 31st December the Rural Fire Service sent everyone an urgent phone message: the fire is here, seek shelter or go to the beach.

I fled at once to the local evacuation centre, 2k away. By 10.15 I was sent to a motel in Batemans Bay CBD, 1k away, with a woman I knew slightly, both of us oldies with health issues. At about 12.30 lunchtime the huge glass windows in our room got really hot, the sky was a horrible brown, so we soaked bath towels in case we had to put them over our heads. Suddenly the whole world turned crimson for maybe 30 seconds, then pitch black. We felt our way into our tiny shower room and quietly and calmly said the Lord’s Prayer and the 23rd Psalm repeatedly. We remained like that for 30 or 40 minutes. For the whole time we were in that situation, I felt like we were in a quiet, calm little bubble. We came out when the sky lightened in the tiny window.

On 4th January in the middle of the day, the motel windows started getting hot again. I was alone and went on the verandah and watched the sky go brown again. Motel staff were hosing the trees. I watched a large, horrible, dark brown cloud slowly, determinedly coming towards us from the south. Oh, no, I thought, not again! It kept coming and was almost above us and I spontaneously said aloud “Oh God, please send it away, please send the cloud and fire away, I can’t bear it again, please send the fire away, dear God, please send the cloud away, please send it away!”  Immediately I said these words, the cloud stopped in its tracks, then retreated! It did not dissolve, it just went back south, slowly and determinedly, the way it had come! It did so immediately, and very clearly. Fortunately I had the room to myself and was able to thank The Divine aloud, over and over again, in between sobs of relief!

Two days later on the 6th, I was meditating on the motel verandah, the sky a light grey. After meditating, I was just staring vaguely and peacefully at the sky, and suddenly realised I was staring at a sky chock-full of dancing vibrations! The air around me was just chockers with sparkling, dancing vibrations. I sat there in bliss, watching, and quietly thanking God in adoration and gratitude.

NOTE: The sparkling vibrations in the air are called Chaitanya in the Hindu religion.

I have not exaggerated or embellished anything; everything happened exactly as I have written. I went home on the 8th. A few houses on the other side of my suburb were destroyed. My side was untouched. It was wonderful to be back with my meditation corner in my bedroom!

In those nine days alone, some 456 homes were destroyed in Eurobodalla shire, more than a dozen businesses destroyed or badly damaged, and more than 1,000 out-buildings – studios, garages, storage sheds, farm buildings – destroyed. The fires went on to do much more damage during January.

These are only some of my experiences in Batemans Bay from 31 Dec to 8 Jan

© Jennie Mairie 20 March 2020