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Enjoy these stories from our current and past Writers in Residence.

This Seasons Digital Writer In Residence is:

Kim Robyn Smith

Kim Robyn Smith

PWC Digital Writer in Residence

Kim Robyn Smith has been a passionate writer since childhood.
Her fictional stories promote our Australian colloquialism through extraordinary events that occur in everyday life.
She attends several writing groups and has been short listed and published for flash fiction.
Kim is currently working on her second novel.

Genre: General Fiction, Crime Fiction, Short Stories

What are you currently working on?I’m currently working on a domestic fiction novel and many short stories
What are your long term goals?To have my novel published

Stories by our Current & Previous Digital Writers in Residence

Big Day Out by Kim Robyn Smith

‘Come on, Margaret,’ Joan said. ‘Just walk out with this group.’ With Joan at her heels, Margaret obeyed and shuffled out with the aid of her walker. The two elderly friends tottered down the footpath and turned into the main street of Hastings. ‘Let’s look in the...

CYCLE CULTURE by Kim Robyn Smith

They gather at the Homemaker Centre. Large groups congregate, dictated by ability. Pink lycra- clad ladies hover in anticipation of the beginner’s cruise.  The cyclists meander out onto the Nepean Highway. A single bright beam streams from the front and rear of each...


‘Hurry up, Jade!’ said one of the boys behind me. ‘Just wait!’ I said. Several kids pushed in excitement, eager to have fun on the school excursion. Miss Hammond told us to be patient. We piled out of the bus. I held my hand to my forehead like a sun visor and looked...

New Experiences by Kim Robyn Smith

‘Well, aren’t you going to help me?’ Gennene cried. She wrestled with flaps and folds of the lightweight tent. ‘Nope.’ ‘Why the hell not?!’ Gennene said. ‘And by the way that’s a rhetorical question!’ Phil answered anyway. ‘You know I hate camping, Gennene. You can...

Aussie Tucker by Kim Robyn Smith

Aussie Tucker ‘We’re Bogged? Here on the side of Moorooduc Road?’‘Yes, Jodie, that’s what I said!’ Brett ran his hand through his thick hair.They stared at the food van.‘We can’t just leave it here!’ Jodie cried. ‘We’ll get in so much trouble if we don’t arrive at the...

The Wind by Muriel Cooper

The Wind       On a windy day at the Portsea back beach, Grandpa Henry, Connor and Meredith, and their children, Kylie, and Finn are walking along the sand. Henry is carrying a shopping bag.        Meredith says,     “We shouldn’t be doing this, you know. I think...

The Ferry by Muriel Cooper

The Ferry Miles sits on the balcony at Sorrento overlooking Port Phillip Bay and the ferry terminal.   "What're you looking at through those binoculars uncle Miles?" Nick asks.     "I'm ferry watching."      "Is that like train spotting?"     "A bit."     "I could...

The Swim by Muriel Cooper

The old beagle looks up from his basket. His muzzle grey and his eyes bleary.“Come on, Barney, my old darling. Time for your walk.” He perks up when he sees the lead, his tail wags, he struggles out of the basket and licks her hand as she clips it on his collar.  They...

The Ladder by Muriel Cooper

She remembered the steep ladder leading down from the cliff to the beach, and the cave where countless fires had been lit, blackening the roof.  You could sit in there and watch the sea when it wasn’t occupied by drunken teenagers or drug-affected hippies. She hadn’t...

Unsigned by Paul Wattie

Andrea Rowe looked at the sheet of paper, scanning the names again, searching for the one name that was missing.“And you’ve got no idea who it was?” Rebecca shrugged her shoulders and shook her head. “I was so focused on what our guest speaker was saying that I didn’t...