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Mr BloodworthIn the strange and unpredictable fall of the genetic dice, every possible phenotype must be expressed. It is some people’s luck to be blessed with beauty, strength and charisma. Others are not quite so fortunate; one may have genius and character trapped in an ugly, unwieldy shell. Another may be beautiful but stupid. Lucien Bloodworth was a man in which the worst of names was melded with the strangest appearance. Tall, thin and pale with a mop of black hair and piercing pale blue eyes, his appearance was formidable. This was not all, after getting over the shock of his angular appearance, one would notice that his lips were almost nonexMr Bloodworth
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Heavy RainMy hands are shaking. The words that are tripping out on to my notebook are distorted and loopy like they are being written by somebody old, frail or sick. The explosion tore the heart out of the hotel, I write and then think about the words. I think they are good. A drop of red falls on the page and I touch it, bring it up to my face. Is it blood, my blood? It must be. But I am a writer, I must write. It was chaos and screaming and blood and fire and chunks of debris raining down onto bystanders. I look outside the empty window, there is a woman lying on the street just three meters away from me. How can I describe her? She was bleedinHeavy Rain
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StirOn warm autumn days the two old men would make their way to a certain bench at the side of the lake in the park to contemplate the changing colours, and watch the clouds drift by. They didn’t often have much to talk about, both feeling that if they had anything to say they would have said it a few years ago, but it was the company that mattered. They would sit in comfortable silence for a few hours, or they would make desultory conversation about passersby, or family, or the state of the world, but most frequently, the weather. When the sun passed over its zenith they would go on their way but one particularly spectacular autumn day theyStir
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The PriestThe great house rose from the earth like a rock outcrop exposed by wind and rain. A Casuarina forest provided a backdrop, and the hills folded into a gully, which fell into a lake just below the mansion. Thanh looked out of the passenger window of the car with open curiosity and admiration as Kate pulled off the dirt road onto the long gravel driveway. ‘I can’t believe they’re letting us into this house. It’s incredible,’ he exclaimed. ‘It’s so beautiful,’ Kate agreed, ‘But I’m glad we came in the morning. It’s going to be a scorcher’ Thanh wound down the window andThe Priest
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| I think most things are ridiculous. I can be grumpy in mornings, I fall over a lot in basketball. I like reading and writing, and I would say that my favourite no-brainer relaxing read genre is ridiculous science fiction novels, the more absurd they are the better. I also like reading comics, particularly manga or manhwa. At the moment I am following a manhwa called Veritas, it’s pretty good. I don’t like watching the TV because everything is on teh internets anyway, and adverts annoy me so much that I want to break the TV. Which I recently did, though for non-advert related reasons. It was an accident, ok! I am some sort of a Christian, feel free to talk to me about it. And politics. And books and other things. Trees are awesome, and I seem to compulsively climb things, I don't know why, the impulse to climb is possibly wired to the same place as the bit of my brain that likes words and makes me write stories. I don't particularly understand it. My sense of humour is very dry, and I have to be careful not to joke too much around strangers so as not to be misunderstood. Writing is fun. |
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- Current Residence: (R)adelaide
- Interests: Piano, basketball, soccer, reading, hiking...
- Favourite movie: Fight Club, LOTR(s), Bourne
- Favourite band or musician: chevelle, blindside, sufjan stevens, muse. Composers: schumann, elena katz-chernin, schubert, chopin
- Favourite genre of music: Alternative, classical, rock
- Favourite artist: Monet
- Favourite poet or writer: John Wyndham, Gerard Manly Hopkins, Thomas Hardy, Georgette Heyer, LM Montgomery, C.S. Forester
- Personal Quote: 'You WHAT?!'
- Tools of the Trade: mind mind mind mind mind mind mind- rewind
- Email: pengwar@hotmail.com
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