Welcome to the Central Coast Writes Anthology 2022, a collection of personal stories written and illustrated by local residents.
These stories share a deep connection to place and they tell us more about who we are on the Central Coast. The writers engaged their emotions and all of their senses to create vivid, moving accounts from the heart of our community.
Here you’ll find true stories told with honesty and creative flair about love, loss, heroism, challenges, and those tender moments that last a lifetime.
Seeing the care and attention that the talented illustrators have brought to the stories is heart-warming and demonstrates the power of creative collaboration.
To all those who dared to create, remember and record: It has been an honour to guide you in this experience and a joy to edit your words. Let’s do it all again next year!
- Adrienne Ferreira, Director of Central Coast Writes.
The Shack
It was furnished with everyone’s cast-offs and oddments. No two plates matched, no two chairs were the same, the ornaments were eclectic, and that’s being kind.
The Wrong Order
After weeks of endless rain, the storm clouds relented. Enforced indoor-living, a reflection of our months of isolation, left me eager to be once more in the great outdoors.
Unsolicited Advice
When I turned forty, I thought that I had gained some peculiar wisdom, especially through so many diverse experiences I’d acquired while adapting to a new culture in Australia.
The Favourite Part Of My Day
Ah, sunset, dusk, twilight, with its myriad colours — blazing reddish orange, morphing into hues of pink and purple and turquoise…
Rising from the Ashes
I turned around to see my entire street filled with the firetruck’s blue and red lights, bouncing off every house in the still darkness of morning…
A Calming of the Storms — Thank God!
The sun began to rise, striking the ocean; the view was stunning. As we walked along the quiet beach, we both dipped our feet in the water…
A Special Place
There’s a place close to home where sheoaks and melaleucas dance with the wind, the smell of pine hangs in the air after autumn rain…
Dressing Up
Boys wear denim creased with sweat and dirt. Starched, crisp shirts when they grow into men with responsibilities. But what of velvet and satin?