Darkthorn’s Blog

My Journey Through a Ruminant’s Digestive System I was an organically grown cotton seed which escaped being crushed by the mill (how I escaped… that is another story). As a young one, I was separated from my beloved mother and put into a feed mix. Being a smart seed, I could identify chaff, cotton seed [...]

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In “Minimum of Two” Tim Winton examines what it means to be a young man. Discuss. The young male characters in Minimum of Two are not a homogeneous group in their life experiences or in the ways in which they deal with society. Most of them however, are characterized by a sensitivity that makes them [...]

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Refined Dining – Just Ring for Jeeves PG Wodehouse liked to write amusing stories for the general public – “gay if you see what I mean, rollicking if you still follow me and debonair” (Author’s Preface to “Thank You Jeeves”). His unforgettable characters, especially Bertie Wooster and his butler, Jeeves, make the stories funny. Bertie [...]

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Ishton emerged from the bedroom several hours later, still feeling drained. He felt for Julia’s non-presence. He must really look into that, one day when he had the time. It wouldn’t do for too many humans to have these cloaking powers, it could destroy their only method of protection. The reason elves had been able [...]

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To the editor, I am writing today to put forward the issue of Legalised Euthanasia in Australia. For many years, this topic has been hotly debated by physicians, the government and the families of people who wish to have this last service to end their pain and suffering. An incident in May, 2002, involved an [...]

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I am going on music camp for three days with my old school next week. I am quite excited. I have gotten though my first week back at uni ok, now that I have my timetable fixed. I am spending more time with people (we will see how long this lasts) and it is reasonably [...]

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Party Preparations I put on my skirt, enjoying the feeling on my legs. Next, my black v-neck, with the short sleeves displaying the tattoos running down my arm muscles. Then, I slipped on my shoes. Heavy dark lines ‘round my eyes, then a touch of red lip-gloss. On with the cloak and wings… an evil, [...]

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Now, don’t get me wrong, they are a great bunch of kids in 9H. But trying to teach them is like talking to a brick wall. Literally. They turn their backs when I come in, they talk so loudly that you can’t even hear the lovely classical music I put on to assist their learning, [...]

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“We should be able to refuse to live if the price of living be the torture of sentient beings.” Good evening members of the Lion’s Club, parents and friends. With these wise words of Mahatma Gandhi I will begin my talk to you about Australia’s part in the live sheep and cattle export trade. I [...]

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Blackmain and Ishton fell onto the bed in a tangle of limbs. For modesties sake, in case Julia was to look in on them, the two left their clothes on even though they were sweaty and crumpled. Blackmain angled his head to see Ishton already asleep, his breathing deep and even, almost like a stone [...]

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