GK Bird

Joined July 2021

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Australian fiction writer, editor, and reader, always on the lookout for good writing. Grateful there are still words in the world that fit together in new and unique ways to make new and unique stories and I hope the words never run out.

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Take That, Kieran
“Hello?” “I just saw your ad on Facebook Marketplace.” “Wow, that was quick. I posted it less than five minutes ago. You are talking about the set of mirrors with the fancy frames, aren’t you? The mirrors with, like, iron flowers and stuff around the edges?”
By GK Bird10 days ago in Fiction
Don’t know what to write today? Try this.
Blank screen and equally blank mind? This happens to me all the time. Every day I sit, surrounded by writerly objects that dare me to despoil their pristine white pages. Computer screen in front with its blinking cursor harshly judging me. Notebook to the left of me. Notebook to the right. All of them mocking me with their faint grey lines and oh so clean surfaces.
By GK Bird3 months ago in Writers
Bridget
0-10 For the first ten years of Bridget’s life, the world was full of colour and sound and wonderful things. Every day was a new day. Every day was just the right length, long enough to play and learn and notice the people and the flowers and the birds and the dogs.
By GK Bird4 months ago in Fiction
You Had Me At ‘Eyes’
“Can you hear me?” “Loud and clear.” “They’ve just left. They went out the back door and headed for the forest, as you thought they would. The door’s somewhat ajar so we’ll enter that way. [laugh] At least we don’t have to force the lock now.”
By GK Birdabout a year ago in Fiction
One
I don’t think I can keep doing this. Are we as perfect as you say? I try to convince myself. But it’s harder each day.
By GK Birdabout a year ago in Poets
I Was There. First Place in the Whodunit Challenge. Top Story - January 2024.
Peter “I was there. I know exactly what happened!” “Please state your name for the record.” “Peter Loganbaum.” Peter sat stiffly, squinting as he watched the reporter scratch something on her notepad. She was pretty, he’d grant her that. But he knew you couldn’t trust them. None of them. Especially the pretty ones.
By GK Bird2 years ago in Criminal
An Intake of Breath
“Breathe! You have to breathe!” Thump, thump, thump. The sound of my fists thumping Michael’s chest reminds me of the heavy bass that used to shake our walls every Sunday morning. Like a religion, our neighbour blasted rock music, assuming everyone else in the neighbourhood wanted to worship like he did.
By GK Bird2 years ago in Fiction
The Bears
Once upon a time there were three Bears: Poppa Bear, Mumma Bear and Baby Bear. One Sunday in late August, Poppa Bear cooked them all porridge for their breakfast. It was a tradition that had been going for six generations: Sunday breakfast was always porridge and always cooked by the patriarch. The secret recipe was handed down from father to son and they were the only ones who knew the proper proportions of oats to water to milk to honey to sultanas. Sometimes, Poppa Bear varied the recipe and replaced the sultanas with dates, which was even more delicious.
By GK Bird2 years ago in Fiction
With Child
The mirror showed a reflection that wasn’t my own. Whoever I was seeing in the mirror was more than a bit pregnant. She was almost-ready-to-pop pregnant. I wasn’t pregnant at all. I knew with one hundred per cent certainty I was not.
By GK Bird3 years ago in Horror
The Last Window. Top Story - December 2022.
The outside world was unknown to her, but she could see a glimpse of it through the window in his room. The embroidered hem of her white dress trailed behind her across the gritty granite tiles. Her dark hair curled and floated behind her, almost touching the floor.
By GK Bird3 years ago in Fiction
What Do You Hide?
A mountain obstructs my view. What are you hiding? Please tell me the truth.
By GK Bird3 years ago in Poets
Them
What is that? Even with his keen eyesight, he couldn’t make out what it was from this height. He circled lower, lower, riding the wind until his talons started skimming the tops of the tallest trees.
By GK Bird3 years ago in Fiction

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Take That, Kieran

Don’t know what to write today? Try this.

Bridget

You Had Me At ‘Eyes’

One

I Was There. First Place in the Whodunit Challenge. Top Story - January 2024.

An Intake of Breath

The Bears

With Child

The Last Window. Top Story - December 2022.

What Do You Hide?

Them

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