Dear Diary, Today was difficult for me – we both knew it would be. Fancy new job in a fancy high-rise office building in the fancy bit of fancy downtown. I only just bought this suit yesterday – I hope it doesn’t start to smell before my paycheque comes and I can afford to buy …
I rolled down the window and looked out at the gloomy block of apartments. ‘Is this really the place?’ I asked my driver. ‘Sure man, this is the address you gave me,’ he shrugged, slapping the button on the meter. ‘That’ll be forty-five-fifty.’ ‘Right,’ I nodded, scooting forward so I could pull my wallet out …
The light from the lighthouse gently glided along the shoreline towards us. As I did with every rotation, I felt a small burning sense of hope in the depths of my chest that it would touch me this time, that I would feel the warmth of it on my skin instead of the oppressive shadow …
Strangely, the narrator wasn’t able to see into the steel fabrication factory that Harvey and Bucket had gone into. What were they doing in there? The narrator could only guess. And so, that was exactly what the narrator would do while waiting for Harvey and Bucket to leave the building. The following contains three possible …
Learning something new is always a bit daunting, but it’s also fun! I’m currently a school kid and we’ve been told that we need to do work experience for two weeks now that we’ve turned sixteen. We’re allowed to do it during school hours (thank God they’re not making us do it on school holidays …
Bucket had to admit that the situation seemed fairly bleak. What hope did they have of overthrowing an all-powerful narrator who could predict their every move? The unfortunate truth was that they had virtually no hope of succeeding. Maybe Bucket would just be better off accepting that it was forever doomed to be a puppet …
There’s something about a hot cup of tea, a blanket and rain that makes me contemplative, nostalgic and think deeply. It just feels cosy to sit here with my thoughts and reflect on my life, including where I once was, where I’m going and where I want to be. Normally I would reflect in this …
“What? Where are we?” asked Harvey, looking around at the startingly normal suburban town they’d suddenly appeared in. He clutched Bucket tightly to his chest, now frighteningly aware of the true power of the narrator. “We’ve been banished to the compile!” shouted Bucket, as had been its plan all along. “Look, Harvey, I can see …
It was, unfortunately, exactly as Iris had expected. The Director was no saint looking to start a utopia free of money. No, he was a demon looking to assert himself as the sole ruler of a new society where everybody obeyed his will without question. It was a lot to take in after everything Iris …
Just continuing on from my last blog post: WOOOO. I’m too excited to just write one post about this. This is such a big deal and my whole world has been improved tenfold. I can’t even begin to convey my excitement in this post. If you could see me in real life, you’d see that …