Archibald Jacobs
Stories (6/0)
The Little Black Book
Louis took another sip of… Coffee? Wait, did I order this? He thought to himself. His eyes strained as he felt like he was waking up, back to lucidity. One of the lights above their booth was flicking and buzzing in a rhythm that he seemed to anticipate, and he found it odd.
By Archibald Jacobs3 years ago in Horror
The Rose
"I just think they're tacky". If you know someone, or you are someone with a tattoo, you'll invariably know this common retort to body art. It is usually from someone who is either a bit on the conservative side or is perhaps fearfully longing to express their identity in such a way. We've heard it all before. "But what about when you're old, have you considered how your skin will look?!". Notwithstanding the laser removal treatments now available, those years are going to pass anyway, so why not take the opportunity to uniquely express your identity on your skin?
By Archibald Jacobs4 years ago in Blush
Where The Brolgas Dance
Crunch and rumble. That is a sound that I didn’t know that I missed. It is a sound that marks the end of the sealed road and the start of the dirt track that lines my Nan’s farm. The tyres of my car no longer securely placed on the asphalt but having to content with the variable landscape into which we venture. There is no crunch or rumble in the city it is all smooth and metallic, polished to a sheen to appease the mass hypochondria that settled upon the world in what felt like overnight. Don’t go outside into the big bad world, strangers with strange illnesses will infect your lungs, if they don’t infect your mind first. You must get your food delivered by a man who’s face you can’t see behind his safety mask. Crunch and rumble. Like the dust in my rear-view mirror, the rules of the city, once so abrasive to take in, are now behind me and begin to settle.
By Archibald Jacobs4 years ago in Families
Strapping
In the not so subtle hierarchies that exist in school, there are a series of practices that those at the top of the ladder subject to those at the bottom. These are compounded at boarding school, where the students who are left largely to themselves, forge their own ritualistic privileges and are reinforced by the very system in which they live. At my boarding school, “strapping” was one such practice.
By Archibald Jacobs4 years ago in Education
- Top Story - October 2019
Subbing InTop Story - October 2019
The life of a substitute teacher is an interesting one. On any given day, you may be required to walk into a completely foreign school, and command respect the moment you walk through the front gates. This can often be belied by the fact that you have a fruit cup packed in your bag for recess, and often have difficulty finding the front office.
By Archibald Jacobs5 years ago in Education