• The Silhouetted Ball – Ch. 1

    I spin around as sirens sound overhead.    “Mum?” I breathe, running over to her. She grabs my hands.    “We need to be quiet, my beautiful girl. Follow me.” She guides me through our house. I’m so confused I follow her blindly.    “What’s going on?” I whisper. Red lights flash all around our…

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  • Creator

    I read, I read, I like the sound of words flowing all around. I watch, I watch, people, back and forth, never walking the line that goes straight north. I see, I see, of endless craft, Lines dancing until at last. An image forms a story found; I close my eyes, enjoying the sound. I…

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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…

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