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.
Return to Terrigal Beach
I imagine the sand at Terrigal Beach sifting through my toes. I am about four years old, in my knitted swimming costume in 1942…
Heart and Sand
I know a place
By the sea
So many precious memories
Providence or Pure Chance
Commos, we called them. Ruskies, under every bed, everywhere! At least that’s what we were told.
Listen To Me
I was in bumper to bumper traffic, crawling along the wet roads on the way to dropping my grandson at school. I wondered if his life's journey would be as incredible as his uncle Mick’s had been.
A Moment That Changed Everything
It was time to move. We lived on the South Coast and had just sold our beach house. There were so many great memories there, but a new chapter was beginning.
Old Relics
I was a parent helper on our primary school excursion to the Powerhouse Museum and knew very well these strange antiques that the children found so fascinating.
All it Took Was One Dance
He’s here again. He stands out amongst the short-back-and-sides men in camouflage, clutching girls, swaying to the music…
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…
Flying
When I was a little kid, I had the idea that I could fly if I flapped my arms really, really quickly. I believed that other people simply hadn’t flapped fast enough.
The Board
As I walked along the shores of Booker Bay, I noticed a cutting board amongst the driftwood and debris left by the floods. Where did it come from? Who had used it and for what purpose?
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…