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Paddy O'Reilly - on The Body

Your Memories

  • The strongest I will ever be by Kit
    There is one moment I remember, returning from a 4 week holiday riding a bike around Indonesia, my body strong, muscles obedient. Leaving the airport I had to climb some steps to an overpass and I picked up my mountain bike, laden with 20 kg of luggage and with one hand; foisted it on to my shoulder and marched up those stairs. Not bad for a 1.5met…


  • Papery by Jane
    My skin used to spring back. Then it stopped. Last year I noticed it was papery and I thought, paper is good for drawing on. So I got my first tattoo.…


  • Anniversary by
    It was the second anniversary of my son's death. He was only thirty years old when he died. While my mind was "calm" I couldn't keep still. Fortunately we were staying at my brother's old country house in rural France, on our own. My brother was away. I began to sweep and I think I lowered his stone floor by centimetres. I couldn't stop sweeping. T…


  • Sailing on a body of water by Sylvia Petter
    Ten days of water between Fremantle and Cape Town on the last migrant ship going back to Italy. The mood was one of melancholy for many. It was 1969, the year I left Australia the cheapest way possible, one way. The ship was the Achille Lauro. Hijacked by the Palestine Liberation Front in 1985, she caught fire and sank off the coast of Somalia in 1…


  • No one farted in my family by Penny Gibson
    When I was 12, I was hospitalised after an operation for peritonitis. For days afterwards, the nurses asked me,'have you passed wind yet?' Anxious to please, and having no idea what they meant, I began assuring them that I had. I vaguely assumd it must mean burping. At some point - and after some days - it was explained to me, but I have no memory …


  • My birthday at the snow by Bethany Willow
    The first bit I remember is that it was my birthday and it was one degree. The snow wasn’t real. They couldn’t get the real snow to come so they were making fake snow. Then the real snow came and it was zero degrees. When the real snow touched my cheek it stung. We went inside and had some warm chips and after that a hot chocolate. When we went…


  • Perspective by Kari O'Gorman
    A fang. Directly out of a vampire’s photo album. That’s how my 14 year old’s tooth looks when he emerges from the bottom of the swimming pool. “Hey, Mum! Did you see that! I was swimming with flippers on my hands and feet with my eyes closed.” From a distance I am not sure if I am going mad. Surely my worst nightmare dental bill has not j…


Paddy O'Reilly

About Paddy O'Reilly

Paddy O'Reilly writes novels, short stories and screenplays. She has won a number of short story awards and her stories have been published and broadcast around the world. Her books have been shortlisted for major awards as well …… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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Angela Meyer - on Desire

Your Memories

  • An assertive desire by Kari O'Gorman
    My earliest memories of desire are closely linked with loss. I was three when I witnessed an old lady on a park bench stuff my friend, the rag doll, into her bag. I screamed and cried for her rescue but my young mother, afraid of assertiveness, hushed me. I lost my beloved friend. I recall becoming attached to a purple toy moose. It wasn't mine but…


  • Berlin by Kari O'Gorman
    Stumbling like a drunk across a busy road I catch him. Pale and pasty. Clammy hands. All he wants is to drink water and to hold my hand. All I want is to go on that walking tour of Berlin I’d booked for us. He fumbles with the laundromat coins. And then he asks me to call an ambulance. I walk outside dutifully and pretend to call. Without travel …


  • The Road to Reading by Rupert Owen
    On long journeys to Hobart from the Huon Valley I would lie on the creamed leather back bench seat of my father's electric blue Kingswood. The smell of the leather intensified by the car's heating fan would turn my tummy slightly, to settle the motion sickness I would gaze up through the backseat window and scan the passing illuminated placards of …


  • You by
    Unexpected is the best. The spectators were waiting, so obvious to them, but we were slow-footed. Careful. Gentle. Suddenly but not sudden at all. Your fingertips on the back of my arm when you greet me. My breath catches in my throat. Will it happen again? Laughing, talking, the usual chatter continues around us, while I wonder. And then finally, …


  • Book love by
    I discovered desire the first time I read a detective story: my heart filled with joy, and my mind with possibility. I was eight years old. The main character was my exact age – a girl, no less! – who used her intellect and insight to solve a puzzling problem at the pony club. I went back to the school library, a dark and dusty room in a red…


Angela Meyer

About Angela Meyer

Angela Meyer is an author (Captives), editor (The Great Unknown), reviewer and literary journalist. She has a Doctor of Creative Arts from the University of Western Sydney, and has blogged for more than seven years …… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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Nicholas J Johnson - on Lies

Your Memories

  • At gymnastics by
    At gymnastics, I tripped over the mat and I screamed when the ice pack touched my skin, it hurt even more. When I walked into school, everyone said you can't sprain your foot and I got really mad. All the popular girls were just thinking I was lying. All my friends believed me.…


  • Will never know by
    Six years of stories to get money from me. My horse needs a vet; My brother had a heart attack; To take my girlfriend on a treat; My ex didn't pay parking tickets and I'm going to jail; If I don't take money they may hurt me; My girlfriend has a $1000 phone bill & is getting cut off; I need bond & first months rent... I promise I'll pay you…


  • Childhood Ruined by Carli Mitchell
    My younger sister had a favourite Stacey doll (Barbie's niece), and I don't know what possessed me to do it, but I tore its head off by banging it repeatedly against the corner of a wooden toy box. I made sure to hide the pieces at the bottom of the toy box, because why would my six-year-old sister look there? Of course she found it, and for years …


  • Grass by
    At night, the blades of grass on your lawn re-arrange themselves to confuse grazing animals.…


  • Anna Pavlova by Jane
    My grandmother gave me the book about Anna Pavlova: her name was written on its front flyleaf. I lent it to my best friend. When I asked her for it back she said it was her book. She'd whited out my grandma's name and written her own. I was flabbergasted at the nerve of her.…


  • Fairies by Susan Elliot
    As a small girl I was told that fairies lived under the hydrangea bush in our front garden. I remember looking for them and being quite certain that I glimpsed a tiny figure. A lie, yes but oh what a besutiful one to fire a child's imagination with.…


  • World Wide Security by Kari O'Gorman
    “Thank you for the entertainment,” I say quietly to the Welsh Arriva Trains attendant. I am referring to the loud gentleman passenger on our carriage who is sitting over there in the John Lennon glasses. 'Luckily' he works for “World Wide Securi’y” and is telling the whole carriage how he can see that our luggage is not really safe in the…


Nicholas J Johnson

About Nicholas J Johnson

After decades of rubbing shoulders with fraudsters and liars, Nicholas Johnson now works as a performer, writer and consultant, educating the public about the tricks of the con artist’s trade. His live shows have featured at corporate events, scho…… read more

About This Project

Memory Makes Us is a live writing event that challenges writers to create a new work using as their inspiration collected memories from the general public. The project seeks contributions from anyone both online and in person during each event in a… read more

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