Michèle Nardelli

Joined February 2021

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Bio

I write...I suppose, because I always have. Once a journalist, then a PR writer, for the first time I am dabbling in the creative. Now at semi-retirement I am still deciding what might be next.

Achievements (1)

First Place in Ode to Ordinary Challenge

Stories (74/0)

Nightshift
Her scream was silent. But her body thrashed violently against tangled sheets. Eyes wide, she tumbled from the bed with a muffled thud.
By Michèle Nardelli7 months ago in Families
Top Story - September 2023
Two handsTop Story - September 2023
You’re standing there and glowing green, and I want to show you everything. To take your hand and lead you round, To see my house, my stomping ground.
By Michèle Nardelli7 months ago in Poets
David
It was a swift verdict. Heels clacked on the timber floor of the jurors’ bench as they filed in, ricocheting sound to the skylights.
By Michèle Nardelli8 months ago in Fiction
First Place in Ode to Ordinary Challenge
Sock songFirst Place in Ode to Ordinary Challenge
I look at you and wonder, how you came to be alone. How one so warm and colourful could curl up like a stone. How underneath that tangle of sheets, and slips, and frocks,
By Michèle Nardelli9 months ago in Poets
The note
Fold it one time up and over, red kiss for the seal. Love in a note. Ear mark this time, the day you said, "Take my hand,
By Michèle Nardelli9 months ago in Poets
Sign of life
I will see your face in my mind. That line, your brow, your lips, eyes like coco, warm and rich – I will hold you here in time.
By Michèle Nardelli10 months ago in Poets
Rome
Another cigarette butt falls through the Sampietrini. Distinct in this layer of compressed time, a sprinkling of modern vice layered over the ancients.
By Michèle Nardelli11 months ago in Poets
Thoughts of a wombat
Wombat wondered as he dug why his mood was such a fug. He had a home and friends and stuff, but still this sadness was way too tough.
By Michèle Nardelliabout a year ago in Poets
Cravings
On a hot and stormy night, all spidery and full of frights, a pregnant snail, so bluff and brave slid stickily from her cave,
By Michèle Nardelliabout a year ago in Poets
Joey blues
A young Kangaroo went walking. Hopped out of his pouch straight talking. It's too hot in there, all fur and no air,
By Michèle Nardelliabout a year ago in Poets
Fire
It’s there; obvious. Every word, glows white hot, marking the firebrand.
By Michèle Nardelliabout a year ago in Poets
Air
I’m in your pocket. Jet propelled, powerless. And it’s a wild ride.
By Michèle Nardelliabout a year ago in Poets

Michèle Nardelli

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Stories (74/0)

Nightshift

Two handsTop Story - September 2023

David

Sock songFirst Place in Ode to Ordinary Challenge

The note

Sign of life

Rome

Thoughts of a wombat

Cravings

Joey blues

Fire

Air

Achievements (1)