I WROTE SOMETHINGwhich is quite exciting for me.
its longish, not too long but longish.
hope someone reads and feels something x
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Nea's HousePage is standing on her concrete driveway, watching the neighbours cactus sway and waiting for Nea. Her cotton dress stiffens in the sun. She shifts her aching feet. A heavy air cracks the summer grass.Nea's House
Across from her, it is Saturday.
Children on plastic push-bikes are turning through the street’s bend. Two girls and a boy, hitched over primary-coloured bikes, legs churning and eyes bright; they push forward with looks of elite determination and exchange glances to beckon each other on.
The boy is leading. His body curls and straightens, jolts when the rubber tyres hit cracks, speeds up on the fl
by ~aleydis-ink
Backpacker HostelBackpacker HostelBackpacker Hostel
Sticky and senseless we are waiting, heads down and anxious from our misguided tours in summer heat.
In the background a cricket clicks, fingers twitch and polite conversations stretch like rubber bands.
People gather from the corners-- faces and colours, backpacks filled with half-squashed sandwiches and un-used inner city maps.
The walls are peeling too, softly, like the socks from our water-thin heels. In the air is the waiting. The girl in hiking boots laughs gingerly at a poorly told joke.
But with a soft purring of the sun it is done. We can all feel t
by ~aleydis-ink
The Movement of AirThe Movement of AirThe Movement of Air
One morning, I noticed, the air was clear and light. It might have been a change of season. I do not remember.
I had a conversation with an older man at a bus stop.
He said:
‘What bout this weather eh?’
‘How bout it.’
‘ah.’
We were leaning against the rough brick of a house fence. The grass crackled, he shuffled his toes and spat through his teeth. It was twenty metres from my Grandmothers house.
‘Ah.’
‘It never ends.’
At a young age I learnt how to control the movem
by ~aleydis-ink
This is social commentaryThis is social commentary.This is social commentary
On a fine summers morning a young woman named Amber won a University award. The ceremony was very official and after receiving the award she was asked to speak on the current state of the world. This is what Amber said:
Good morning.
This is social commentary.
In this social commentary I would like to comment. I would like to comment on the state of the world. Also, I would like to make comment on the state of post-colonial racism, of neo-liberalism, of third wave feminism, of contemporary literature, of genetic science, of technological determinism, of little gir
by ~aleydis-ink
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