Tag: Writing
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Final Girls – Women Doomed to Live, to Women Made to Survive.
The evolution of ‘Final Girls’ in horror films. Grace La Domas trudges down the steps of her husband’s heritage manor and settles herself down. She oversees the courtyard before her – a scenery of immaculately placed wedding seats; devoid of human activity and untouched by the filth she has endured within the last 24 hours…
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Within the Viewfinder
Marie slips the nail of her ring finger beneath the sleeve of her thick woollen jacket, peeling it back to reveal the watch face. Its little hand paces impatient circles around eight forty-five, collecting frantic seconds. She sighs with frustration, shuffling her boots in the snow. He is fifteen minutes late. The newspaper has tasked…
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The Friend
There once was a boy named Craig who was very unfortunate. One of these misfortunes was that his name was Craig, and not something like Daemon, or Link or Zuko (as his fellow classmates were named). Other misfortunes involved said classmates with whom he went to school, and if he were to really pity himself…
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Served
Tonight, I am ethereal, and I glow. With a midnight blue light stretching across my skin, I am an alien. Tonight, you ask for a shot and a cocktail and a cigarette and a resurrection of your soul. And tonight, I am a human-like alien. In a bar, in the rushed streets of nightlife Melbourne.…
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What is Philosophy? – Via Gilles Deleuze
Introduction: Let’s first start with a statement: human life is suffering. Throughout history, ranging from our ancestor, the first Homo Sapien who stepped foot out of Africa to 2024’s Homo sapiens who work in offices and type at their computers, all have experienced or are still experiencing life’s pain and suffering. What causes pain and…
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Teatime
TW for unpleasant eating experience/gagging Harry held his pinky out as he drank, pursing his lips to sip a shy mouthful of tea. He smiled and set the cup down on its saucer, careful not to let it clink. ‘How’d you like it?’ ‘Delightful, madam.’ ‘Try the spaghetti.’ Harry hummed. This moment had happened once…
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Monday Fever
To his alarm, great purple hammocks hung beneath his eyes, sore to the morning sun. Wrestling house keys to the car, it had stung to jog, spurred by the memory that he’d done mere nothing of the work his boss had sprung upon him two weeks back… too much among other tasks, and paralysis of…
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Walking the Rocks
Here squats a sandstone city, its streets choked by motley cloth, Crowd River; bank brimming over toes tucked beneath dark waters cloaked by shade of steel shoulders, hunched, crouching. Light ripples on its water, blending hues which glimmer a vibrant crescendo to grins glistening. Wealthy tourists choose cockatoo or kangaroo memento. String lights gleam like…
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Siege
The Quaint residence abides around a cold street corner at 92 C Gosemer Rd, Meralvile, where tall apartments tower over a red door. The porch angles so slightly to the left, leaving an embellishment of chipped paint on its corner where the timber meets the concrete. This is where Mrs Quaint returns home in the…