Tag: creative writing
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The Sad Clown of Carleton Park (Snapshot Stories 23)
The industrial estate at Carleton Park is a large, busy one. It has many buildings – all in varying combinations of concrete, corrugated iron and steel. Behind their smoothly painted exteriors, they all house gears and levers and joints and axles and belts obediently roll and turn and twist in their particular programs of synchronised…
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Call of the Komorebi (Snapshot Stories 22)
Sometimes, you do things you shouldn’t. It starts out innocuously enough. You’re sitting in your garden, enjoying the melodious green, the calm birdsong, the dappled light, time floating instead of hurrying and harrying. Then you see that flicker of light out of the corner of your eye. You think: a bug, a butterfly. So you…
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Meeting the Dragons (Snapshot Stories 21)
It was the boy’s second week at the Retreat in the Countryside that was Far Away From Anywhere Else. The young boy awoke – as he had every morning since he had arrived – to the sound of incessant buzzes and giggles of the dragonflies. The dragonflies were only going about their daily business in…
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The New Moon Woman At Sunset (Snapshot Stories 20)
The woman on the new moon is perched comfortably above the clouds of sparkling dusk rain. It is nearly time. She twirls her umbrella, currently the colour of sunset orange, and once again peers through the gap in the clouds. She can see her reflection all shiny and clear, floating and beckoning all the way…
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Ree-Writes #20: 20-20
Ree-flections I’m sending this issue out as we go into the Easter long weekend here in Australia. For the past few weeks, the sun has been tracking rapidly across the sky to its winter rising point. The world turned the thermostat markedly down in the past few days (though not as sharply as it does…
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Nocturne (Snapshot Stories 19)
1.00am The middle of the week drifts through the night. 2.00am Mist has descended and has lovingly smudged out the world. Rain drips in a constant rhythm outside the window. The autumn cold sits, a heavy blanket. 3.00am Shrouded in her comforter, she looks from the ceiling to the window again.She tries to count sheep.…
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The Jeweller (Snapshot Stories 18)
The jeweller in the sky wraps himself in his favourite coat of darkest indigo silk. He is preparing to scatter his gems across the night, just like he does every time the sun retreats. With infinite patience and care, he rolls great handfuls of stones to shine free between the stars. Then he pauses. And…
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The Lantern (Snapshot Stories 16)
The lantern was made of lightning and sand. When it was lit, it whispered stories of opal stars and endless skies. Backstory: The words were written in 2017 and I created the accompanying image a couple of days ago. The base image was done by my LittleOne. Then I photoshopped it to add a cosmos…
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The Dream Alchemist (Snapshot Stories 15)
After I confess to my best friend, Becs, that I’ve had the same weird dream for three days now, she lifts her goggles up and looks at me unblinkingly. “You know that’s significant, right?” I half-hush and half-hiss at her in a reflexive return to my old childhood habit. Becs rolls her eyes and then…
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The Bee and the Ocean Flower (Snapshot Stories 14)
The bee found an ocean-flower and gathered its pollen everyday. Soon the honey had veins of aqua playfulness, turquoise stillness, storm grey suddenness and dark blue thoughtfulness. If you looked closely, you could also see shining speckled memories of salt. People who tasted the honey cried at its exquisite taste. And it sold in ever…
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The Woman Who Painted Love Hearts (Snapshot Stories 13)
At first the woman set herself up in the little tree-lined park, just to the left of the entrance, on the grass and among the trees. She set out her little desk and stool, and carefully pulled out a scrapbook – the kind you can buy at the supermarket, a shallow plastic tub which had…
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The Cherry Blossoms and the Milky-Green Lake (Snapshot Stories 12)
For Bodie xx Olivia stood on the roof of multi-storey building of the university library. It was always freezing up there, especially at night. Her shoulders hunched even more than usual against the blades of ice in the wind. Her eyes and her nose were sore, she thought irrelevantly as she turned her back on…
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