New to Northland: Writer Tracie Lark

Tracie aka The Literary Gangster is from NSW, Australia and has lived in Bali, Melbourne and now New Zealand. tracie photo.PNG

In 2013, she saw her writing come to life on stage as a finalist in the Solo Monologue Competition. In 2014, Tracie self-published her poetic musings in, The Longing & Other Fairytale Feelings, and she had two short stories published in Short and Twisted 2014 by Celapene Press. Tracie has appeared on ABC’s RN Earshot with a radio produced version of her ABC360 short story, Jean. She organised and coedited the Melbourne Writer’s Social Group’s 2016 anthology: Melbourne.

Tracie is a former writer of book reviews, theatre reviews, short stories, and travel articles for The Australia Times, and previously held the role as Editor for The Australia Times Fiction magazine. Tracie was invited as as special guest to participate the Scone Literary Long Weekend as part of a panel discussion with the topic ‘Keep It Short’ in November 2016.

Tracie’s first ebook, titled Hundreds and Thousands: A collection of one hundred word stories, was published on Amazon in 2016 and then later in hard copy. Tracie’s monologue Love Smoulders was performed at the Melbourne Fringe Festival in Love Kills 2017. She was adjudicator for the Upper Hunter Shire Writing Eisteddfod in 2017. She has a Graduate Certificate in Writing from the University of New England. Her day time job is a high school Indonesian and History teacher.

This link has more links, linking to linky things. http://theliterarygangster.wixsite.com/tracielark/who-am-i

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100 word stories by Tracie Lark

 

Watercolour Painting

I bought the watercolour painting of the 1920s Melbourne streetscape in a downtown marketplace set at the back of an alleyway edging the very same street the painting featured. I enjoyed the irony of buying the picture there, and the lady in the silver scarf who sold it to me seemed amused. It was upon closer inspection later in my home as I hung the painting in my room, that I saw it; my face, plastered amongst the washed-out crowd, bartering for the very painting at hand. An amused wink laced the face of the lady in the silver scarf.

Published in Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon.

 

Tram Driver

He despises suits. And heels. His face is wrinkled deep like the tracks themselves. They are the years writing him notes so that he can remember to not forget. Forget what? Route 78? Route 67? He brakes and a suit and heels hover by the door, vibrating as much as the phones they carry. He presses for the door but sees the BMW coming fast and packs the doors shut. Heels swears. The suit glares in to the mirror. Sweat slides along the wrinkles on his face, smudging the notes left behind – forms new ones – so as not to forget.

Published in Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon.

 

A Love Story

Too impatient for the lift, he takes the stairs, the tail of his coat nips his heel as he swings his body around each corner railing between floors.

In his right hand he clasps a single flower.

In his mind he clasps an image of her face.

Honey eyes. Plush cheeks. Strawberry lips.

He will tell her he loves her.

The rooftop door springs open and there she is staring back at him, waiting for him.

Honey eyes. Plush cheeks. Strawberry lips.

“I love you,” he tells her as he places the single flower on the plaque beneath her photo.

Published in Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon and The Literary Gangster blog.

 

Lil’ Red

Nan was sick so I packed my bag and caught a train to visit her. On the train, a bearded stranger asked me where I was going.

To the hospital, my nan is sick, I told him.

That’s very nice, replied the man. You should take flowers.

I knocked on nan’s door and she summoned me with her gruff voice.

Nan, what large arms you have.

All the better to cure me, love.

But nan, you look like a pincushion.

A bearded doctor walked in.

I know, it seems I’ve never had this many pricks at once in my life.

 

Published in Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon and The Literary Gangster blog.

 

 

A Cottage On The Farm

 

A cottage on the farm. A wheelbarrow cradling herbs. Footsteps all sizes pressing the grass, trampling the garden. A tall cage housing a beautiful, white cockatoo.

Where’s dad, nan would call, followed by an echo of voices, much like a round and with cocky too. Where’s dad, where’s dad and a sharp screech. He’s in the loo, someone would call, it too would echo across the foot of the valley.

Dad passed away.

The wheelbarrow in the yard, cradling herbs. Footsteps of smaller sizes trampling the garden. Where’s dad? Cocky asks. The footsteps quieten.

He’s in the loo, nan calls.

 

Also published in Short & Twisted 2014 by Celapene Press and Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon.

 

 

 

Pub Talk

I wear my Australian Tattoo with pride mate, with pride but it doesn’t mean I’m a racist! I mean check this tat out here, it’s the Chinese symbol for strength. I got it so that when I fall in love next time, no shit-head guy will rip my heart out cos it’s in my hands now. So you’re Asian obviously, bet you’re smart. What do you do? Wait, let me guess. You work with computers, yeah? Must be your shout then, hey!

-Sure. Beer right? I’m assuming full strength. And would you like it served upside down like your tattoo?

 

Published in Hundreds and Thousands: a collection of one hundred word stories on Amazon and The Literary Gangster blog.

 

 

 

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