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I arrive at the Pavilion at 7:30pm in my best maroon suit. Stressing about my fingers. I’ve parked, engine’s off. Unfurl my fingers, staring, and thinking, they’re not broken anymore, and there won’t be an accident tonight that changes that. So, I go inside. The
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Welcome back to high school, take a seat at your desk before all the good spots are taken. Just make sure you choose correctly. If you sit next to Nick, be prepared for every class to be an hour-long discussion about soccer. If you sit next to Mandy, your ears
I. In the deep woods, the decaying and overgrown world, the twisted vines snap, frail from whips of wind. I am consumed, by the hollowness of the night. Here lie the crystals, the mild candlelight and my sacrifice - a bloody, fluffy bunny. Crafted cantations carved from my carnal craze.
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One of the most satisfying things to experience in film is a character’s ultimate downfall. Their entire world crumbling around them, leaving them like swimmers gasping for air 1000 kilometres deep below the horizon, a character’s flaws and sins paving the way for the most unbeatable obstacles they
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“We want to create a circle, a community that can bring us together, so that you can get feedback from people that understand you, network and find resources.” This is what co-founder Martin Sholl said when asked why the name ‘Wollongong Music Circle’? Only formed in the tail end of
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
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.
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n 1963, Alfred Hitchcock sought to villainise the beasts of the air in his film The Birds, showing the aerial demons can be more predatory than we give credit. In 1975, Steven Spielberg terrified us of the hammerheads, bulls and great white sharks in Jaws, and for a while the
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
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Imagine a tower not too far away from your home, the endless hours wondering what purpose it served. There was always some building in our childhood that enchanted us like that. For me, it was the iron, alien spire that would later be renamed to “telephone tower”. But what purpose
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
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The following statements represent my personal reflections on Friedrich Nietzsche and his work, 'Beyond Good and Evil'. The aim is to deepen my understanding of his philosophical contributions, and I welcome any criticisms and comments. The analysis below focuses on lines 12, 13, and 14 from chapter one