Intrigued, she carefully cracked open the cover, mindful of the brittle pages, so absorbed with her find that she never noticed the gently blown dust forming patterns in the air, or the increasing chill causing her skin to goose bump.
We’re alive, but not living, not really. We’re stuck in some endless play and can’t find our way from the stage.
Snow freezes, seeping into your bones, swallowing sensation and suppressing your instinct to survive.
When he woke in the woods in the dark and cold of night, he’d reach out to touch the child sleeping beside him.
A cute little Medieval History video
Medieval History Documentary
Some chapters were easier to read than others, but overall this was a rather heavy read.
Seven Watchmen sitting in a tower,
Watching what had come upon mankind,
Showed the Man the Glory and the Power,
And bade him shape the Kingdom to his mind.
A small, unacknowledged, part of your heart despises the serenity, welcomes its transience, eagerly awaits the coming chaos. Before the war, in the world-that-was, you despised the cold spread of adrenaline. Now you crave the exhilaration and terror of combat, the struggle to eke out one more moment of existence.
I came across an awesome website while looking for recipes. It’s called Recipe Roulette.
You perch on the side of an overturned Coles truck, carefully scanning the crumbling homes and weed-choked footpaths for any sign of movement. The air is oppressively still, the silence palpable. Almost painful. Your ears strain for any hint of life. You desire movement and you dread it.
Virus: Day of Resurrection by Sakyo Komatsu * * * * ½ The Complete Maus by Art Spiegelman * * * * ½ The Sixth Extinction: An Unnatural History by Elizabeth Kolbert * * * * On Writing: A Memoir… Read More ›
It has been poined out by a regular reader that I forgot to post this week’s Miscellaneous Monday. Apologies for that. I had it all typed up. I simply forgot to post it. I shall do so now!
The alleyway was damp and narrow. Slivers of sunlight filtered through drab stone buildings, creating shadowy alcoves, concealing the clandestine dealings of thieves and cutthroats.
It’s that time of year again. A new year, and an opportunity to turn a new leaf.
How much can change in sixty seconds? An idea. A thought. A text received. A text answered. A life can end. A life can begin. A proposal – the beginning of a lifetime together. Perhaps the apocalypse could happen in sixty seconds.
In a classic example of the bad luck that seems to have become a normal part of my life, my internet died right after resurrecting this blog.
Just my luck that the bloody weather cooled back down after I had this done.
I took a course at uni entitled Writing Apocalypse: Histories and Speculation. Our first assignment was to write a 500 word piece with the theme of ‘apocalypse’ inspired by, or in response to, our course readings and tutorial discussions. We were allowed to interpret the word ‘apocalypse’ rather broadly. This is my piece as it was submitted. Next week, I will re-post this piece incorporating the changes that were suggested by my marker. I recieved 76% for this assessment, but I personally feel like I should have scored much lower because I failed to convey to my marker that the piece was meant to be a person mourning a loved one killed after texting and driving, rather than a conventional apocalypse.
My reading list for ‘Medieval Europe: Crusades to the Black Death’. There is no way in hell I’ll be able to read all that before classes start in March! I’m going to have to prioritise those which look the most… Read More ›
Magpies strut, did you know? They carry themselves with the arrogance of the snottiest aristocrat, prancing about as though the very ground beneath their feet was laid down with the sole purpose of them one day gracing it with their presence.
Rafferty’s Rules is being resurrected. It has been a dead site for about a year and a half and it was, for all intents and purposes, dying for several months before that. Here’s why:
Title: Expected
Fandom: Harry Potter
Chapters: 1
Status: Complete
Words: 902
Summary: Harry was known by many names throughout his life, but he always held to one constant. No matter what, he would do what was expected of him. Harry/Ginny; Harry/?.
Just a quick apology for not posting a Top Ten Tuesday this week. I’ve had problems with my internet. It appears to be working now, though it is incredibly slow, so I will attempt to get a story out tonight… Read More ›
Ash Road by Ivan Southall is an Australian Young Adult (YA) novel set in country Victoria. First published in 1965, Ash Road tells the story of two separate groups of children and their various reactions to adversity. Wallace, Graham and… Read More ›
The tent stood tall in the clearing, a grunting roo its only company. A rusty pot lay abandoned in the mud, ants feasting beneath the mould and grime. Frost coated grass stretched to a horizon made sharp by the early… Read More ›
After moving from Sydney to Adelaide near the end of last year, I was having a hard time finding work. With my already low self-image plummeting, and growing frustrated with my lack of progress, I decided to take the huge… Read More ›
