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Entries from August 2008

22: Thinking

August 30th, 2008 · No Comments · The Inheritance: Affilictions

Blackmain woke with a splitting headache to the soft sounds of water flowing nearby. Under the smooth flowing sheets he was naked, and a little chilled by the cool air passing over him. There was no warm lump next to him, so it must be late in the afternoon. Elves had the uncomfortable habit of [...]

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21: Journey’s End

August 25th, 2008 · No Comments · The Inheritance: Affilictions

The three immerged onto a rocky outcrop, apparently in the middle of nowhere. The cave nearby appeared empty, as did the surrounding trees. None of them were awake to see this though, Ishton and Blackmain were comatose with exhaustion; the journey had indeed taken all that was left of their energy. Julia of course was [...]

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20: Travel Preparations

August 20th, 2008 · No Comments · The Inheritance: Affilictions

Ishton crouched next to Julia, his head reeling again. Julia’s mind was totally out of reach now, it seemed like there was nothing left of her. Everything was buried deeply; the normal surface thoughts that had assisted them in finding her past were gone. Blackmain entered and lent on the doorframe, smiling. Ishton frowned in [...]

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Out of the Darkness – Diary Entry #1

August 16th, 2008 · No Comments · Bonus (Unrelated) Stories

Screaming with frustration, all I want is some peace and quiet. No matter what I do, where I go, I can’t escape. They follow me everywhere, to the shops, in the movies, worst in the shower. There is no escape from their insidious gloating whine. “Why do you bother? What’s the point?” Sometimes they’re right, [...]

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19: Father

August 15th, 2008 · No Comments · The Inheritance: Affilictions

Blackmain allowed himself to wake, feeling more confused by his memories than refreshed. Why was he having that particular one now? It wasn’t a pleasant memory, the final parting had been so painful for both of them. He looked over at the still-slumbering Julia, and once again noticed her likeness to Kolark. She was royalty, [...]

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COM14 – Assessment Task 1 – Part 1

August 14th, 2008 · No Comments · Poems, University

COM14 – Assessment Task 1 – Part 1 Creative Portfolio Haiku – Holiday Loving family, caring thoughts, great holiday: cold, arid Ayres Rock. Haiku – Detergent Lime green detergent, essentially slimy, creates squeaky clean. Sonnet – The Computer To liken thee to a Nightwish new CD, Thou art symphonious as when time began: New hard-drive [...]

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Ugh, my head

August 13th, 2008 · No Comments · Author's Notes

Things haven’t improved since yesterday. The sound of the keyboard is very painful to my ears. I’m still feeling nauseous-sick as well, which is doing nothing for the worry about going back to uni tomorrow. I have about 7 hours straight. I don’t think I’m going to stay for lectures, even though at this point [...]

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A Young Boy

August 13th, 2008 · No Comments · Bonus (Unrelated) Stories

The woman’s breast jiggled alarmingly. From my vantage point at the back of the bus, i could see that she was alone today. A moss-green sweater was stretched over her ample chest, whilst her long legs were encased in tight black jeans. My face grew hot at the though of her taking me home with [...]

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Sick

August 12th, 2008 · 1 Comment · Author's Notes

Ugh, I have come down with a lovely Winter cold. Unfortunatly for me, it happened in the week I have two assignements and two tests due. I don’t think for some reason that I am going to do well on any of them. I had to go into uni for a compulsory practical class and [...]

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Out of the Darkness – Social Views

August 12th, 2008 · No Comments · Bonus (Unrelated) Stories

Those bleached blonde hussies with dark fake tan! At least my skin looks vaguely normal, my blonde is natural and goes with my pale skin. Their voices shriked and carried well through the still morning air, the breathe and mine mingling in puffy white clouds. I stood silently, waiting for the bus to come. Most [...]

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