Featured Writers

Short stories, features and poems from our writing community.

the logo for Theater 451

Theatre 451 is an independent theatre company promoting new writers and creatives in the just-left-of-centre parts of Melbourne. Lisa Inman from Theatre 451 spoke with WV theatre intern John about their upcoming season.

picture of Tim Byrne

Tim Byrne is a regular theatre reviewer in Melbourne. He spoke with John from Writers Victoria about how to get those first few pieces out there and make a name for yourself in Australian theatre writing.

In 2014, Writers Victoria produced a series of postcards and memes of some of our Write-ability Fellows. This week, we profile the work of Nicole Smith.

a quaint house with a tree out front

One of our Glenfern writers-in-residence, Linda McLaren, was so inspired by her writing studio and the atmosphere of the writers' house that she wrote us a little poem about it.

“Where you from?” asks the green mango vendor from behind his cart on the ramparts surrounding Galle fort.

“Australia,” I answer, but immediately feel the need to add, “but my parents are from here.”

Photo of Ilka Tampke

Long-time WV member and newly published author Ilka Tampke spoke to Sharona Lin about her debut novel 'Skin' published in 2015.

headshot of Allee Richards

Allee Richards‘ stagewriting debut 'Plastic’ will be performed as part of a double bill with Theatre 451 in April 2014. She spoke with Writers Victoria theatre intern John Back about writing for stage for the first time and the transformation of text to speech.

In 2014, Writers Victoria produced a series of postcards and memes of some of our Write-ability Fellows. This week, we profile the work of Michelle Roger.

headshot of Fatema Ahmed

The process of writing for me began through the simple gift of a diary from my father when I was around seven or eight. The significance of the dates and months that marked each page was beyond my child’s comprehension for I had no accumulating appointments to jot down, but that did not impede the medium itself from becoming a confidante. It was something I could resort to when I wanted to remember an incident that impacted me in some way.

Jane enters the bleak high-rise, goes up to the 17th floor and walks along a windswept corridor to number 174. She knocks and waits. There are a few, furtive flurries from the far side of the door, followed by it opening an inch. A weary face peaks out.