THERE WAS ONCE A YELLOW HOUSE

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One of the places on Earth that I felt about most fondly was the house placed at 23 Dudley Avenue. The address still exists, and you can find it right now if you wanted, but know that the house there now has nothing to do with me. Our old house wasn’t two-storied, nor was it so boxy and sleek. Instead, it was amusingly “L” shaped, and dressed in soft, cheerful yellow panelling. 

It was nearly the end of 2009’s Winter when my family and I started living in that yellow house. Especially for me, this was very exciting. We’d only just come from somewhere a couple of flights away, and for the first time in a while, we stayed at a house that was ours – as in “just for us” – meaning we were relieved of the concern of having anyone else around. 

Whale Fall

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Whales are one of the greatest creatures on Earth. 

If I asked you to tell me anything about a whale - the one thing that makes them most unique - I know first you would mention its size.

I live by myself. Metaphors for the imagination.

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You live alone. But, at the same time, you are also constantly in the presence of your loved ones. How is this possible?

First, you still are being sheltered under your parents’ roof, enjoying their company. You’re also not the type who coops up in your room for much of your day. But still, you live alone. If not your home where you physically spend most of your life, where do you live? The answer is easy. 

Where you live is in your mind.

Writing and Composition: Daisuke Amaya’s Cave Story (2004) and its impact on my life as an artist

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Introduction

Throughout my life, I have always been interested in hobbies that involve expressing my creativity. Due to this, it would be inevitable that I would seek other art in all forms for inspiration such as visual art, literature and music. I have appreciated all sorts of creative media including many forms of visual art, literary works, and music. However, of all the art that I have experienced, the one that would inspire me the most would be in the form of a video game, being Daisuke “Pixel” Amaya’s solo project Cave Story (2004). 

Australian Classics: Literature and Film - WHAT TECHNIQUES DO THESE FOUR POEMS USE TO REPRESENT AUSTRALIA’S NATURAL AND BUILT LANDSCAPES? WHY IS THIS SIGNIFICANT?

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[UNTITLED PLAYSCRIPT] - Scene One

Here's my first attempt at writing something in a stageplay format (out side of that script writing class I took last winter). I took a little story idea that I had and decided to try to turn it into a play, which I have no idea is ever going to exist. Anyways, if I ever get this story done, this could look good in a portfolio!

SCENE ONE

FIRE SAFETY

Students of various year levels and an OSHC Staff Member are present in the room.

NARRATOR. It is 2011. Here we are at an Out of School Hours Care building. There has just been a discussion about what to do in the event of a fire and everyone's about to be let off to do their own things.

OSHC STAFF. Now everyone, that was some excellent discussion today and I'm very pleased with your cooperation. That should be about everything important to mention about what to do, but before I let you all go, are there any questions that you want to ask?

Silence.

Poems: I wrote a collection of haikus four hours before submission time closes

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Ev'rywhere I've tried.
No place my mind can stay put
And do as it's told.

While I should have worked,
Instead, I wrote a haiku.
What a waste of time.

It's time to focus.
I will not write a third one.
Don't think about it.