Tag: Writing
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Ardent Spirits
The effects of ardent spirits upon the human body and mind: Obstruction of the liver, Jaundice and dropsy of every cavity in the body, Diabetes, Voices, music. Now the empty street footsteps and an empty bottle. Falsehood, fraud, theft, and murder, An overpass. The tangled veins of the city below. A car…
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Doomsday, Man
I’m no blushing bride when it comes to a good snog sesh, but someone’s stank ass breath can really kill the vibe. This gaping maw throws an absolute rancid gush of air at me, landing like a wet sock across my cheek. I am not breathing that. Not chill, dude. Their little liver-purple tongue is…
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Den
There are rats nesting beneath the stairwell bordering the doorway to our little shared house. Their little fingers scratch in the dirt, and their black eyes gleam like beads. They scour the alley to glean bits and pieces, fresh nibblings, fine for a rat’s dinner. Up creaking stairs they trot, the chunky food between teeth,…
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Hold the Note
It’s late morning, and the paterfamilias has donned his formal attire. The toga cloaking the loose folds of his chiton is blue with a fluffy grey lining on the collar and sash. His bare feet are swathed in a pair of long woollen socks, pulled high over the rolls of his baggy grey sweatpants. From…
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Bad Boys Get the Dark
By Jacob Wood When the Dark was in control, Lester had little idea of his surroundings; could see nothing but shifting shadows. For brief moments at a time he could hear fevered shuffling, the scraping of harsh blades and a horrid stench that came over him in fetid waves. For the first time, though, he…
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The Season of My Hibernation and Rebirth – Mya Hicks
My transformation began with a single wiry hair—long, grey, jagged at the end—sprouting from under my chin where the flesh is doughiest. I’d always uprooted these rogue hairs as soon as they reared their monstrous heads (as a girl I was taught to be meticulous when it came to my appearance) but on this day…
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WE ARE ALL BEETLES – Jacob Wood
All morning he twined the coarse rope through his hands. But now he was just trying to ignore the agonising thudding beneath the angry anthill that had formed on his left forearm. It was tipped a violent red and sensitive to any sort of glancing touch. The skin there was gummy with sweat, pus building…
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Garden of Evil – Paige Jenkins
In the lead up to the winners reveal for our 2023 writing contest, Tertangala is showing some of the work submitted by UOW talent. Our first is a poem from Paige Jenkins. Enjoy! I tiptoe down the green sea od fading blues to yellow as the darkness gives way to the eerie discolouration on an…
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Hachette opens intern applications
Good news for book lovers- the annual paid Hachette Australia Summer Internship is now open for applications. The program has been running since 2020 and provides “a broad understanding of the trade publishing business and a deep dive into how the various departments within a commercial publishing house work together to take books to market…