Posts Tagged australian stories

Déjà vu – This Cyclic Life

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Travel Tales, Uncategorized, Writing on October 2, 2011

© Julie Boyd 2011 2nd Prize Winner Gold Coast Writers Association Annual Short Story Competition: DEJA VU Living at a timber mill in a tiny country town and needing to supply all our own services, ensured all kinds of weird noises in the night, including the clanging of boilers being fed in the building next [...]

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ORDER ON THE STARLIGHT EXPRESS

Posted by Julie in Travel Tales, Uncategorized, Writing on April 23, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd Very little is needed to make a happy life. It is all within yourself, in your way of thinking.     Marcus Aurelius —————————————————- ‘Who’s wearing that perfume?’ Harry looked semi-accusingly around the lounge car. ‘Chef just walked through and tells me that someone is smelling prrreeeeeety darn good. Who is it?’ We were [...]

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Meeniyan- An Australian Film Inspiration

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Travel Tales, Uncategorized, Writing on April 23, 2011

(c) Julie Boyd When the Meeniyan pub changed its name to the Rose and Thistle- complete with new signs – the locals knew something was up. Rumours had flown around the district for months, but when the new signs went up and the local servo suddenly became the ‘Rainbow End Service Station’, the ABC crew [...]

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Value for Money?

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories on April 22, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd 2010 We seem to cost more as we get older- or does it just seem that way? So when do we become cost-ineffective? Dogs, cars, people. We all get too expensive to run any more. Then what do we do? My first car was a Mini. Chatsworth I called him, I have [...]

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The House At Number 2

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories on April 22, 2011

© Julie Boyd 2010 ‘I’ll walk in front. That way the yobs’ll slow down to perve at me, they always do.’ It was Saturday evening and my gorgeous twenty-something, blonde-haired daughter and I were walking down the road to take the dog to the beach. There is no pathway, and those drunk on a lethal [...]

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Please Take My Son

Posted by Julie in Articles- Parenting, Australian Stories on April 22, 2011

(c) Julie Boyd ‘Will you please take my son?’ She stood on the front doorstep of my newly acquired, tiny, ramshackle home, a stunningly beautiful woman. Her long dark curls rioting around a face that would have painters swooning. Gold hoop earrings swung like halos that had slipped, ever so slightly. A brightly patterned skirt [...]

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You’ve Got Male

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd 2010 I wonder if a pelican’s saliva is poisonous? The question danced across my brain as I looked down at the large, healthy-looking fish- a mullet, or a bream I’m no expert – but definitely not a baby snapper – that had just been dropped at my feet. My dog took matters [...]

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DJ’s MUM Died Today

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

© Julie Boyd DJ’s mum, Jedda, died today. It was very sad and he’s distraught. My boy doesn’t know what to do to comfort his friend. She was a little dark-haired dynamo and a wonderful mum. Everyone knew her. She usually hung out in the front yard and was always up for a chat whenever [...]

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ESTUARY

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories, Jorge Dog Stories on April 22, 2011

©Julie Boyd Riva, Skoi git art ov the eschewry. No Chelsi , ya havta go in the car wiv your Mum. As my small canine companion swam towards River and Skye ever hopeful of a pat, I couldn’t help smiling at the irony of their names and situation, I wondered whether ocker Mum would remember [...]

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DREAMS

Posted by Julie in Australian Stories on April 22, 2011

(C) Julie Boyd Last night I had sex with George Clooney and a very pleasant experience it was too. I’m surprised that I remember, but glad that I do. There was furniture involved. A house across the street from where my parents lived had a large shed full of furniture, including some of mine. I’d [...]

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