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He mutanga, Ke te ngenge ahau. Apopo, katoa. Ka kite (It is late, I am tired. Goodnight everyone. See you!)

Raise - Rises

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Would You Rather: live in wintery conditions or summery conditions for the rest of your life?

Maddening - Happy

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Fyce - Centaur

I watch sports on TV. You can drink more that way.

Wine or beer?

Joyous

Cruel World: He was vaguely aware of someone entering the room and the sounds they were making, how they were disturbing the peace he had created for himself, interrupted his little world and penetrated the barrier that he had built to keep people out.  "Tom?" the female voice asked, though to him it sounded distant and far away.  Go away, God dammit , he thought angrily, just leave...

Added 24 Jul 2016 | Category Drama | Votes 4 | Avg Score 5 | Views 767 | 3 Comments

Missing Pieces: "Mr. Faulkner," the man said. "My name is Michael Bennett, and I was your wife's lover." Tom stood there, stock still, wondering if he had heard correctly. Michael Bennett looked at Tom oddly, questioning whether he had heard at all. He cleared his throat again to speak, but Tom interrupted him.  "Mr. Bennett, you have ten seconds to get off my property before I inflict...

Added 06 Aug 2016 | Category Drama | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 673 | 2 Comments

Lonely: With his good hand, Tom raised his glass and drank deeply. Blergh! He thought, making a face. Raspberry Vodka. It was all they had. All he could find in the house, all the other drinks and alcohol being wasted on the mourners at Cheryl's wake.  He'd found the raspberry vodka in Sue's room, stashed under her bed. He didn't know what had possessed him to check there, but a thought...

Added 27 Aug 2019 | Category Drama | Votes 1 | Avg Score 5 | Views 204 | 1 Comment

I was sitting at the messy play table, with some freshly made playdough. I had the kids helping me roll it out and add colour to it. I had the usual mini rolling pins and cookie cutters out that my helpers were using.  "My Nana is picking me up today," T said excitedly. "I'm going to stay at their farm." "My mummy is picking me up today," C replied. The two besties happily chatted...

Added 03 Sep 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 12 | Avg Score 5 | Views 253 | 11 Comments

Stolen kisses beneath the Oak A flash of a breast in the moonlight Tentative touches under the cover of darkness Muted pleasures as we veil ourselves in the forest Aphrodite-like perfection masquerading as Artemis Summer longing turns to Autumn lust Winter's icy kiss becomes the whispered vows of Spring Libation to Apollo as we unite in a field in full bloom Playing joyful songs as my...

Added 09 May 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 579 | 3 Comments

I was watching, amused, as two girls had a tiff over one of the activity boards. One of the girls stood up and made to walk away. The other girl said something I couldn't make out. The girl who was standing turned around, put her hands on her hips and declared loud and proud, "Don't care, grumpy bear!" then she stormed off in dramatic four-year-old fashion. That's a great line. I'm using that...

Added 21 May 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 8 | Avg Score 5 | Views 466 | 8 Comments

"Heeeeeey teacher," a child said to me, just as I was about to sit down and effectively ruin the fun of the children who were painting without fully being supervised. "My name is Laura, not teacher," I said. Oh, the joys of working at a new school. "Laula," the child said. Close enough.  "How can I help?" I asked little Miss Four, standing in front of me. She was looking very bright...

Added 20 Feb 2019 | Category Musings | Votes 11 | Avg Score 5 | Views 424 | 9 Comments

Coming from within the kids' bathroom I heard the unmistakable sounds of children laughing, a pause, some low sounds that I could not quite make out from where I was, then the loud sound of laughter once more. Walking across the classroom, the low sounds became clearer, as a picture was painted as to what the children were doing in the bathroom when they were supposed to be getting changed...

Added 10 Dec 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 9 | Avg Score 5 | Views 303 | 8 Comments

It's the little things of the job that make everything worth it. All the stress of working in education, all the meetings with the big bosses, the paperwork, the endless staff meetings, professional developments, the weekend-long courses, all the after-hours work we have to put it to get work complete, that all just seems to melt away with the little moments that happen each day. Those...

Added 16 Mar 2018 | Category Musings | Votes 7 | Avg Score 5 | Views 415 | 6 Comments

Still and silent stream in the midnight dark Resting amongst the flax is the night sky beauty herself Quenching a thirst from the sweet, still waters Winds that whisper vows and carry the faintest of spells Her eyes are deep pools of wintery water Playing in the shallows feels safe, any deeper and you risk drowning An otherworldly beauty emerges from her secret stream Such an ethereal...

Added 31 Dec 2017 | Category Poetry | Votes 6 | Avg Score 5 | Views 758 | 6 Comments