Number 501
There were always crowds around him. It was hard for me to get close. There, in the backmost tier of the crowd among the murmurers, the...
There were always crowds around him. It was hard for me to get close. There, in the backmost tier of the crowd among the murmurers, the...
I was a child when I lifted my eyes. Up. Up from the arid rockscape, rusty riverbeds, dunes and craggy peaks. And then I saw her....
I drove down Perth’s main street last Spring, soon after we all started flattening the curve. As I fumbled around for my mask I noticed a...
Don’t get me wrong, I like shadows and all, but they have their limits. A shadow might reveal someone’s shape, their presence or what...
For a long time, I enjoyed the freedom of attending the saddest and sappiest of films without having to fill my pockets with tissues. But...
I am intrigued by our culture's incredible appetite for dystopian fiction. From Divergent to the Hunger Game, to our own Margaret...
Hey everyone. Eyes up. Look at me. I'm important. Leave a comment. Like me. Share this. Re-tweet. I matter. I'm significant. I'm...
Chip died last night. He was a Teddy Bear Hamster with white and gold fur, a little pink nose and a stubby little tail that bobbed back...
I heard a sermon about heaven recently and wondered as I listened if heaven is like the part of a story that no one wants to hear. I...