(Un)political correctness, protests and democratic debating (Personal essay)

Politics. I know. Chances are the moment you read that first word, your reaction is to tell your brain you’ve had enough of that bullshit, and that is time to reward yourself with some instant gratification of endless, meaningless scrolling. But even then, nothing happens for no reason in a capitalistic world, and it can … Continue reading (Un)political correctness, protests and democratic debating (Personal essay)

New work in progress: ‘The Retreat’ horror story – synopsis

The Retreat follows our protagonist, Joseph, as he decides to address his writer’s block head-on by moving to a writer’s retreat, a conglomerate of bungalows deep in the woods where artists move to for inspiration. He goes on to meet the groundsman by the name of Steve, a solitary elder man who spends his days … Continue reading New work in progress: ‘The Retreat’ horror story – synopsis

The Great Epiphany – Short story written in-class

It was just another day, one like any other, the sort of day people go about their business without putting much thought into it, until somehow every single mentality changed; all of a sudden. Just. Like. That. The roads stayed empty as the hustle and bustle of the world’s busiest capitals was replaced with a … Continue reading The Great Epiphany – Short story written in-class

Non-Australia Day: experimental writing story: postmodern f(r)ictions; written in October 2019

Non-Australia day Chapter 1: First arrival The year is 1788, and after a period of approximately eight months and seven days, Captain Cook is thrilled to announce the sighting of a new promised land to his crew. The land is rugged and the sun shines feverishly bright above as they moor. The men are excited … Continue reading Non-Australia Day: experimental writing story: postmodern f(r)ictions; written in October 2019

Throwback poem: written in Portuguese on the 15th of March, 2011

Aqui jazo, estendido Esquecido por esse mundo de paixão que me deixa dorido, Extasiado pela dor infindável que me consome, Pelo amor ou falta dele que me rouba a fome. Aqui jazo, ao destino deixado, Outrora de amores imaculado, Durmo agora para esquecer, Renegado. O coração em tempos preenchido de paixão, é agora consumido por … Continue reading Throwback poem: written in Portuguese on the 15th of March, 2011