My amazing writing Wifey, Kylie Eklund-Denman, wrote a blog about having a writing wife. Well that'll be me, what a blast! So I had to share. https://kylieeklunddenman.com/2025/07/07/my-writing-wifey/?page_id=820
Writing Wife Life
Author: Amanda Gambas
Writer of short fiction, poetry, reminiscences, and random unpopular opinion pieces. When not writing I love making pottery, gardening, cycling with my family and putting together flat pack furniture.
Green Sky
Liam Michaels was crying in the staff restroom again, when the receptionist knocked hesitantly on the door, interrupting his weekly purge of guilt and emotion. Bonnie’s free hand held her nostrils closed against the smell of the men’s toilet. “Mr Michaels? Mr Michaels are you in there? Are you OK?” Mr Rogers, the boss of … Continue reading Green Sky
To Valhalla!
‘We can’t do it,’ says Roman, wiping his tears. ‘It’s too hard. I’m telling Mum.’ ‘No! We promised Grandad,’ says his twin Rommy. ‘But, how can we get him down the stairs?’ ‘The kayak,’ says cousin George. ‘We know about the kayak, ...Ohhh!’ says Rommy, ‘we bring it here, and kayak him down the staircase!’ … Continue reading To Valhalla!
Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
Sibylla stared at the pockets in her skin. “I don’t remember those being there before,” she thought as she started patting them down, like a tradie looking for where she’d left her keys. The pockets were neat and without any scar tissue. Some were voluminous with generous give. She imagined she could store a small … Continue reading Sibylla and the Skin Pockets
Marinated Fairy Queen
I’ve never seen the streets of Paris so quiet, but then again, I’ve never been walking them at 4am on Christmas morning before. I can tell from the quills of water vapour steaming from my mouth, it must be very cold, well below zero. Cold for a human that is. In my present form such … Continue reading Marinated Fairy Queen
The Boat
A little wooden boat bobs restlessly in the inky sea. The starless sky offers no relief. Blackness descends and closes in. A figure in the boat looks around fruitlessly. Her name is Vida. There’s no sign of shore, no leading lights. She imagines the shore must be straight ahead of her, where the boat is … Continue reading The Boat
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