Jester

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Red and Purple Blues

Dearest Miriam, Do you remember the first time? Where we sat on top on the fire escape, bathed in cold moonlight, smoking a cigarette, or you at least you watched me as I did, you took a photo on your camera that night, the photo I’ve never seen, you never showed me because you said it was more romantic to not see it till it were digitised, “I don’t like looking at it till I put it on my…

Red and Purple Blues

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Muse

November 6 – Sunday (Evening) The snow had fallen the night before last and shimmered like crystals under the sun the morning thereafter. She had come to visit me, like she always did on Sundays; she was wearing her burgundy coat, two sizes too big. She had long hair which flowed down to her shoulder, a bit unkempt and frizzy, but luscious, nonetheless; sun-bleached brown locks cascading into…

Muse

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The Synonymous Oppression of People & the Natural World

Summary and Analysis of Cullinan’s If Nature had Rights & Ken Burns’ American Buffalo The oppression of a people is inextricable from the oppression and subjugation of nature. Colonisers have always used the strategy of attacking nature to weaken a native population. I will be examining the ways this was conducted against Native Americans, as well as looking at how cultural mysticism leads to…

The Synonymous Oppression of People & the Natural World

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Kilfruit Oil

Disclaimer: formatting breaks so bad on mobile, read on a laptop or tablet for the intended experienceBright. Too bright.Warm. Too Warm.Ah, winter comes, but not soon enough. It’s an afternoon, just an afternoon, nothing more, nothing less.The flask on the burner stinks quite badly, emitting a rather foul odour, ah, what trouble!Just another task on this afternoon inching it into the more, but I…

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Fresh Meat: Flash Fiction

The following was submitted for a class.            The ocean grumbled and groaned, tossin’ the ship back and forth in its tantr’m. The men held down their mugs on the o’ken table, palms as lids so the rations don’t spill over, ‘course, some did. One’a’the mugs lay tipped onto the floor, one sorry bloke stared helplessly at the thick chum, seeping into the wood; we all av’rted our eyes, gripping…

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Little Bronze Birdie

This was submitted for a class.                        “Aaaaand…” Ratchet tinkered with the last couple of cogs, squinting through the magnifying lens attached to their goggle, brushing out bits of stray, scraggy hair out of their eyes. It was a bright and sunny day, light bled into the room, casting everything in a golden glow, glinting off the bronze parts which littered almost every corner of…

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Family Dinners

The following was submitted for a class.             There’s the sound of music clanging gently against my skull, and the droning of the road like a dull ache.             In.                         One. Two. Three. Four.             Out.                         One. Two. Three. Four. Five. Six. Seven. Eight             In.                         One. Two. Three. Four            …

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Proof of Concept: Fight Scene using My Novel's the Magic System

Authors notes:Hi! I didn’t necessarily want to post this but I thought it would be interesting to put up, and see what the masses think! I don’t explain much of what is happening in this fight in relation to the system, but I quite liked the flow and momentum of this piece which I hope you will to! Räth is my MC, and Mundo is a punching bag I made for this fight. Let me know what you think in the…

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The River Runs Deep

The following was submitted for a class.                        Click. PzzRrzrKkZrrzzrr.             They closed their eyes.             The harp sang gently, notes flitting through the air like delicate flower petals, carried by a divine humming which burrowed into Yvan’s mind. The ballroom was bordering on ostentatious, the pillars and arches gilded with gold, the blaze of the hearth…

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I haven't a way

This is something I wrote a while back, the problem with actually publishing it here is that it seems too angsty at face value. Though that was not my intention, if you did take it as such, try re-reading it knowing I wanted it to be a commentary on ablei

“Breathe! Breathe! breathe!” they said, though I haven’t lungs. “Listen! Listen! Listen!” they said, though I haven’t ears. “Look! Look! Look!” they said, though I haven’t eyes. “Cry! Cry! Cry!” they said, though I haven’t tears. “Scream! Scream! Scream!” they said, though I haven’t fear. “Sing! Sing! Sing!” they said, though I haven’t a voice. “Dance! Dance! Dance!” they…

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Storm over Innsmouth – Short Story

Thunder clapped. The room danced with the waves and took Cyrus as an unwilling partner, flinging her side to side on the hammock fastened to creaking wooden beams like a wild bull trying to buck her off. Damn it all, she thought to herself, retching silently. The room around her shuddered against the wind. It was cold, she bundled herself in a blanket, her feet sticking out abandoned to the chill. A giant wave crashed into the side of the vessel, the ship lurched to the left, tossing her off the hammock. Fuck! She stumbled onto the floor waving her hands for a modicum of balance, but the sea had other plans; the floor moved beneath her, she heaved forward and grabbed onto a support beam, hearing a wet crack as it budged under her weight. Shit! she inhaled sharply, wincing at the sharp pain travelling through her bad leg, breathing slowly through the agony. Read more on Wordpress!