Category: Writers
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Thrown to the Wolves
This is your last warning. Surrender, or we will throw you to the wolves.”
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Skipping
When life hath reduced to a crawlSkip, skip the day away It shall put a smile on your faceSkipping at a steady paceFor the skipper doth live in the momentFast walkers are going nowhere and they’re in a hurryJoggers feel they have something to prove But the skipper sees the sun behind the cloudsThe rainbow…
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Alice
Alice had zoned out, as she often did. She had an overactive imagination, as she was told one to many times. Currently, she was sitting under a tree, writing in the journal she always carried with her. The journal was one of her most prized possessions. She would write everything in it: her feelings, story…
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The Unexpected Bashing of Elon Musk
Near an old portable A bird twittered It said I’ll hit that Elon with a moped! Oh yes, I will, I will I’ll run him over dead Oh yes, I will, I will Said the spider in the bark of the tree Now getting the hang of the song And doth he clash A gong…
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Sat and Wrote
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Poetic Trash
I bit the bullet and wrote a poem It wasn’t very nice The poem too With a beating of an axe could do And so I cooked it, Salted it, and ate the poem too.
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Fires for the Forsaken
CHAPTER 1: {An Unforgiving World} Silence, introspection. The world around him was black, like an empty void. As if time in of itself was at a stand-still, the silence was almost deafening. He tried to calculate an answer to why this could be but to no avail. However, he was able to conclude one thing:…
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The Island and the Men
The boat pulled up to the rocky beach of the island. It was a clear, warm-but-not-too-hot day. The waves sloshed against the boat’s wooden hull. The men in the boat stepped out and stood on the shore. They decided to hike inland a bit. After about an hour, they became quite thirsty and presently found…
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Hell is Beautiful.
The problem with finding a place to belong is that Hell doesn’t look the way you expect it to. The simplicity of your path cutting through nature, the field with a lonely tree at its centre. The sound of progress roaring in your ears, the architecture white and precise. Community set in stone, It’s your…
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Elzor And the Bees
Where grass is yellow, and flowers are abundant Elzor lives. Where joy is ripe, and kindness is present, the bees live. Together, they frolic in the sun and dance in the sky. They work hard each day with a smile on their face, and by the end of it… Elzor had provided flowers and the…
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The Investor
Miles Rodenberry was a property investor. He bought houses, kept them for a couple of years, and sold them on for three times the amount of money he’d acquired them for. He lived richly and happily. So, imagine his surprise when scrolling through a real estate website, he found a listing that read as follows:…
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The Crooked Tree
A fable based on a fable. When I was a boy, there was a forest on the edge of my suburb in the far west of Geelong – a young forest, just like me, with baby trees that had sprung up after a bushfire. Life was confusing for little me; I felt out of step…