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Irene Waters 19 Writer Memoirist
I began my working career as a reluctant potato peeler whilst waiting to commence my training as a student nurse. On completion I worked mainly in intensive care/coronary care; finishing my hospital career as clinical nurse educator in intensive care. A life changing period as a resort owner/manager on the island of Tanna in Vanuatu was followed by recovery time as a farmer at Bucca Wauka. Having discovered I was no farmer and vowing never again to own an animal bigger than myself I took on the Barrington General Store. Here we also ran a five star restaurant. Working the shop of a day 7am - 6pm followed by the restaurant until late was surprisingly more stressful than Tanna. On the sale we decided to retire and renovate our house with the help of a builder friend. Now believing we knew everything about building we set to constructing our own house. Just finished a coal mine decided to set up in our backyard. Definitely time to retire we moved to Queensland. I had been writing a manuscript for some time. In the desire to complete this I enrolled in a post grad certificate in creative Industries which I completed 2013. I followed this by doing a Master of Arts by research graduating in 2017. Now I live to write and write to live.
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A New Start: Fiction for the New Year
The shaft of light penetrated into the blue depths of the water below the man floating aimlessly, limbs spread to form the letter X. The water was warm. Bathtub warm. The amount of salt made floating an effortless pastime. Looking … Continue reading
A Dark Day: Three Line Tales
A black cloud of methane gas hung over the city, threatening its existence. The residents hid indoors breathing through wet hankies. The authorities searched for the source. “Sanititation officer 32CK338 here. I’ve found a s crush of cows and the … Continue reading
Vision: Three Line Tales
Juliet’s friends warned her but she laughed them off. It was common practice to date off the internet. Now, she stared nervously at their meeting place. Her stomach clenched. Dread invaded her bones. She fought flight. ‘Dam,’ she thought, ‘the … Continue reading
Hats for Refugees: Friday Fictioneers
She fell asleep watching television, reading, even at the computer. She fell asleep anywhere but in her bed. “There’s something wrong with me. I can’t stay awake.” “No there isn’t. You’re ninety Mum. Old people sleep a lot. Even I … Continue reading
The patient: Friday Fictioneers
Fran was allocated the new arrival in Bed 6. Despite the handover she was unprepared for the stench that filled her nostrils on entering the cubicle. He lay, unconsious, in a foetal position. The pores of his skin black with … Continue reading
Birds: Three Line Tales Week 91
Jarrod enticed the birds with the poisoned biscuit. Rumour had it the stones would topple if the birds departed. Soon he’d know. The birds came, talons cutting, beaks pecking, wings flapping but none ate. The only departure was Jarrod as … Continue reading
Walking on Water: Friday Fictioneers
“I’m going to the ampitheatre.” Bhoudi stamped her foot. “I have to, if I’m to be saved.” “We should go with her. What if the end of the world is nigh?” Bhoudi smiled her thanks to her mother. She … Continue reading
