Creative
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Te Awa Mate
The small figure before me curls tightly into a ball, the sweeping mountains and valleys of her figure causing waves…
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The Hive
This writing below was originally written for the Timegate to Tomorrow writing competition. It has been selected to be part of…
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Dust to Glory
Dance, dance. Ballet slippers paired with a hushed up spine––those girls and all their stuff––pretty arabesques, dream dose of caffeine…
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Dark Land
There was only light in her sight. No pattern stared back at her. No colour. No shape. Only light. She…